[IC] Wildemount: Vengeful Tides [5e]

[Strudel1000]

After another long day of travel, the motley crew that has been tracing the path from Port Damali to the end of the Vezdali Peninsula finally sees their destination in sight. With each step they take, the ocean breeze and the smell of salt grows stronger.

As you crest a hill, you see a little village stretched out before you, bathed in the yellowing light of the afternoon sun. Boxy little houses made from pale wood sit in clusters, gathering like colorful little bugs at the tip of the headland. The town is crowned by palm trees that peek above the homes, a few squat windmills that face the ocean to the west, and a distinctive town hall that sits near the far edge of the town. (https://64.media.tumblr.com/74f4484e2efb1a19436548670e2008af/cefe958ece7fd4bc-80/s1280x1920/6aabb1879b00090d2e8a0a5ed1e60d49bae8d8b0.png) Past the hall, you can see a few masts waving with the tides and winds, almost as if they're greeting you.

The shadows are beginning to stretch long, but you have managed to arrive well before nightfall. Together, the four of you- a dragonborn, a human, a tiefling, and a fire genasi- stand poised to enter the town that you've been walking towards for most of your waking hours. All of you have been traveling for well over a week, and some for almost a month.
In spite of many toils, troubles, and dangers, you've finally made it to the town of Palma Flora.


You've managed to arrive on the 10th day of Thunsheer, the eve of the Harvest Rise festival. The afternoon is slowly getting on, and the shade of the palm trees and homes looks like a tempting respite from the sun that has been beating down on the open road.
Approaching the edge of town, you see several small farm buildings, as well as fallow fields that appear to be ready for planting. You can see that the road travels past these fields and houses, and into the more tightly packed town center.


In a previous post in the OOC thread, I mentioned your characters arriving on the 9th day of Thunsheer- I've changed it to the 10th.

How do your characters feel at the prospect of finally getting a rest with a roof over their heads, as opposed to sleeping under the stars?

How do you all plan on entering town? It can be as simple as just walking in along the main road, or trying to find the nearest person who can show you around town, or sending in just one person to scout, etc. Feel free to discuss here or in the OOC thread, whatever feels right.



Today is:
10th day of Thunsheer
Location:


Kebri Tor
Dragonborn Druid
Riptide Inn & Tavern


Indomitable Khapya
Human Barbarian
Riptide Inn & Tavern


Ashwyn Holm
Fire Genasi Wizard
Riptide Inn & Tavern


Grey
Tiefling Warlock
Riptide Inn & Tavern


Velkaria
Tiefling Warlock
Riptide Inn & Tavern


Ooduls
Tortle Cleric
Riptide Inn & Tavern



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Click here for an interactive map of Wildemount, showing cities and roads (but no terrain). (https://www.redgiantmaps.com/maps/wildemount)

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Month
Days
Holidays


Horisal
29
New Dawn (1st) {Avandra's holy day}, Hillsgold (27th)


Misuthar
30
Day of Challenging (7th) {Kord's holy day}


Dualahei
30
Renewal Festival (13th),
Wild’s Grandeur (20th) {Melora's holy day}


Thunsheer
31
Harvest’s Rise (11th),
Merryfrond’s Day (31st)


Unndilar
28
Deep Solace (8th) {Moradin's holy day}, Zenith (26th)


Brussendar
31
Artisan’s Faire (15th),
Elvendawn (20th) {Corellon's holy day}


Sydenstar
32
Highsummer (7th) {Pelor's holy day},
Morn of Largesse (14th)


Fessuran
29
Harvest’s Close (3rd)


Quen’pillar
27
Hazel Festival (10th),
Civilization’s Dawn (22nd) {Erathis's holy day}


Cuersaar
29
Night of Ascension (13th) {The Raven Queen's holy day}


Duscar
32
Barren Eve (2nd),
Embertide (5th) {Bahamut's holy day}



The seven days of the week are Miresen, Grissen, Whelsen, Conthsen, Folsen, Yulisen, and Da’leysen.

[Archemist]

The cart creaks to a stop just outside the town, pausing. "I suppose this is land's end, at long last," says Kebri Tor. "The conclusion of my journey. It has been good to travel with you all through the Vezdaweald, and I suppose we should rest for the night. If we find a suitable lodging, I may join you and celebrate our successful trip."

Kebri takes a long look out over the ocean. "I don't know where the Wildmother leads from here. I have been asking but with no answer, yet. But there is no rush to find one."

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey, perching at one of the cart's corners, raises its head and exhales in a relieved manner as it surveys the town.

"This looks a friendly enough place—and now it seems I must try staying in a building for the first time in my life. I suppose they are not really that different from caves, all things considered. Perhaps some of the natives can tell us where to find such a place."

It cranes its neck to see if there are any locals nearby who appear as if they might be willing to give directions.

Just in case this is a task difficult enough to merit a roll...
Perception: [roll0]

[Jubal]

As happy as he is being tossed on the waves of the Stormlord's emotions, Ooduls is just as happy in port. The Stormlord expects us to prepare for his emotions, and the Wavechaser is most certainly unready for as much as a scolding.

Standing by Velkaria on the foc'sle as they approach the dock, the tortle suggests, "If you want to entertain, you'll want to speak to Lewyn Hairtussle, the halfling proprietor of the Riptide Inn, and Kalia Saleq, the half-elf head of the Palma Flora Traders organization who would be organizing events for the eve of Harvest's Rise."

"Palma Flora is small. Let me give you a copper piece tour of the place. Then, we can break our fast at the Riptide and watch the rich people. Your contacts would probably be there anyway. Sound good?"

As they dock, the fishermen are bringing in their catch of the morning. Ooduls sees and waves to Suza, a lovely tortle fisher about his age who is going about her morning routine. They knocked shells when he was last here. Maybe, they can reconnect.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"That sounds lovely, Ooduls. Thank you for your assistance." Velkaria replies, giving the tortle a warm smile.

At the exchange of waves to the other tortle she asks, "A friend of yours? Is this a place you visit frequently?"

[Jubal]

"She's a friend, Suza. I've been here a couple times. I try to make friends in every port. Makes life more fun." Ooduls says with a genuine smile.

Ooduls disembarks the Wavechaser and leads Velkaria to the far end of the town via the bridge focusing on the port (left) side of the town. When they would get to the edge of town, they would turnaround and focus on the starboard (right) side of the town. Among the landmarks and townsfolk who he remembers, he introduces her to two other tortles living in town: Jappa, a middle-aged tortle who is always bedecked in beads, jewels, and silks. She runs one of the market stands on Flora Isle, mostly catering to visitors. She is charming and a little bit flirty. And Leydo, an older tortle who runs one of the windmills for grain, is generally gruff but caring and considerate behind his curmudgeonly exterior.

[Awful]

The enormous crocodile-woman named Khapya grinned from her seat in the wagon. She reached over and delivered a companionable pat on the back to Kebri that rocked the dragonborn forward from the impact.
"A good journey, though a little lacking inexcitement. Now, I know what I want, yes - a proper bed and a barrel of ale! It's getting late, and no doubt there'll be some kind of inn along the main road - so let's just roll along and see what we see!"
She breathed in deep. It had been strange going through the forest, where the smell of the sea had been replaced with the earthen stink of leaf litter and mold. The gladiator could feel enthusiasm bubbling up inside.
"Good to have arrived in time for the festival tomorrow! Might be interesting, yes? Certainly the first one outside the old home port I'll have been to!"

[Luccan]

Ashwyn takes in the sight on the settlement and the familiar smell of sea air on the breeze with a small smile. The journey wasn't unfamiliar, but the damage to Port Damali had set her on edge contemplating the damage to the village. A small thought went to the other towns along the coast and her friends and guildmembers there; hopefully none had been caught in the storm. She makes a mental note to write to her mother.

The town looked well enough, though, and she had fresh supplies to sell the next day. For now, she had to agree somewhat with her larger companion: it was time to find a room and a drink

You really do have to try beds, Grey. They're wonderfully soft and much better than a bedroll. Or the ground. She flicks the reigns Come on, Sandy, not much further. and the mule begins pulling the cart down the road again and she sets her eyes about for any signs of an inn.

[Strudel1000]

Early on in your tour of Palma Flora, you meet Jappa, who is chatting up her wares to a pair of excitable gnomes that are dressed in the finery of a Clovis Concord noble. "This here is one of the finest shawls you could find along the entire coast. Go ahead, give it a feel- it was crafted by my good friend Margery, a gnome with almost a century of weaving experience. Goodness, if only she were here to see how beautiful you looked in it. I'll have to tell her that one of her works went to a gnome with impeccable taste. And do you know what would go well with that? I have hear a sea emerald brooch that will sparkle and glisten and make you the envy of anyone with a decent sense of taste. What do you think? One hundred gold pieces for the lot!" After a bit of haggling, the gnomes clearly being interested but not wanting to spend that much, they finally buy when she offers it to them for 70gp.
With your insight and perception, you can tell that the value of these goods is somewhere south of 20gp. The "sea emerald" is a piece of turquoise, and the shawl, while not poorly made, doesn't seem to be worth particularly much either.

After her successful sale, Jappa waves you over for a brief hello. "Ooduls, my darling! So good to see you again- I hope these rough oceans haven't been to hard on you." As you approach her stall, you both get a strong whiff of a flowery perfume, and you get the sense that everything here has been sprayed at least once with whatever scent she's using in order to make her goods more appealing.
Turning to Velkaria, she exclaims, "And you have made a beautiful friend! It is wonderful to meet you, my name is Jappa. May I ask after yours?" After Velkaria introduces herself, she rummages through a shelf that is out of sight and pulls out a silken maroon scarf. "Pardon me for being forward, but I think this would be a most elegant accessory for a beauty such as you. No charge, any friend of Ooduls is a friend of mine!" Looking at Ooduls, she adds, "I hope to see you at the beach celebration tonight. There's lots of fun to be had," and winks.

You move on to the rest of the town as she slips back into her patter and finds more interested patrons. A few minutes later, you find Leydo, who welcomes Ooduls with open arms, but is in the middle of organizing the loading of several carts. He promises to find you at the party and buy you a drink, and you leave him to his task.
Other sights that Ooduls points out are the brewery that sits next to Leydo's windmill, one that is well known for a wide variety of brews and spirits; the headquarters of the Palma Flora Traders, the local trader’s union; and finally, the town hall and the stores and stalls in the town square in front of it.


As Sandy the mule begins to move your cart in the direction of Palma Flora, you all keep an eye out for an inn or a place to stay, and Grey looks carefully for someone who might be able to guide you. Approaching the edge of town, passing small pieces of farmland and large gardens, there seems to be very few people around. There are short, humble farm buildings on either side, that grow into small houses with colorful roofs. You can see people entering their homes, and walking down alleyways, but the main road is largely empty of people so far.

However, closing in on the center of town, you start to hear a murmur, that builds into a hubbub, and grows further into a din. Turning the corner around a building with a red tile roof, you see that the people of Palma Flora are congregating in the southern half of town, and that the celebration of Harvest Rise's Eve has already commenced for many of them.

Below the triple peaked thatch roof of what appears to be a town hall, you see dozens of stalls, stands, and carts, packed high with foods, drinks, goods and baubles. There is a lively band consisting of three halflings and a dwarf, who are belting out sea shanties that are accompanied by most of the crowd in front of them. The smell of fried fish meets your nose, and you can see several ovens and grills that are being tended to, with long lines of people awaiting food. Beyond the square, you can see a bridge leading to an island, but because it slopes downwards, it's hard to tell exactly what is on it from your current angle.

As you all stand for a moment and take in the sights and sounds, you soon notice a half-elf with light brown skin and slicked back brown hair striding towards you. A sash sits squarely across his red kurta, and he smiles broadly as he draws near. "Welcome to the town of Palma Flora!" Even fifteen feet away, he has to yell to be heard over the sound of the crowd behind him. His eyes rove over your party, and asks, "I don't suppose you all are looking for a place to stay the night?"

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"We are," replies Grey. As it speaks, it lets a little of the supernatural force churning inside itself leak out, so that although it does not strain its voice, the words ring through the crowd as clearly as the half-elf's shout. "Is there somewhere you would recommend?"

Using thaumaturgy to increase voice volume three times.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"My, it's lovely! Just like your friend here Ooduls. Velkaria Lapidus, a pleasure to meet you Jappa." Velkaria says with a delighted smile as she accepts the gift and immediately wraps it about her neck with a bit of flourish even though it doesn't go with what she's wearing at the moment.

As they go about town, Velkaria is clearly interested in hearing about and seeing the place and is greatly enjoying the tour. Having a personal tour guide to a new and lovely places is pretty much exactly how she wants to spend her time on this journey she's taking and is delighted it's the very first thing that happened even though her ship was blown off-course. Clearly the fates, or perhaps her patron, had conspired to make sure the start of her journey set the proper tone. Even if mayhap they had to inconvenience some others to do it.

As they come by the brewery she laments her lack of funds to purchase quality spirits and then suggest they go in to take a look anyway.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls reaches the edge of town and turns the tour around and leads Velkaria back to the Riptide Inn. "Let’s turnaround and see what I missed on the way out here. And return to the Riptide Inn to break our fast. We’ll be able to hear what’s happening there."

Ooduls is happy for the companionship and the opportunity to see his tortle friends.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn nods in agreement to Grey's question and leans towards Khapya Tomorrow's festivities seem to be kicking off a bit early. Have fun, but don't forget your deal with the guild; I'd hate for the free flowing libations to rob you of your bonus. She leans a bit closer to the half-elf We carry good stock to lighten your town's load after the storm. Where could we look to trade? My employers have an interest in local exports.

[Strudel1000]

Walking back on the east side of town, you pass by the headquarters of the Palma Flora Traders. The red tile roofs are a common architectural element of their various buildings. A few of the smaller buildings have their doors wide open, and you can see several burly workers dragging various trade goods to the town square, where dozens of stalls have been erected in preparation for the upcoming celebrations. Ooduls points out Kelia Saleq, a dark-skinned, portly half-elf who is organizing the setup of the town square. Although he seems quite busy at the moment, given a few minutes you would be able to approach him to ask about the possibility of performing either tonight or tomorrow.

Passing through the town square, Ooduls points out the few regular buildings & shops, which include a fishmonger, a blacksmith, and an herbalist's store. In and around the regular stores are many stalls that are currently being stocked and decorated.
Moving further down the main road, just before you reach the bridge, you pass a round, squat group of buildings with several chimneys. You see a sign above the entrance that says "BADOU'S", and Ooduls points this out as the brewery. The front entrance is a few steps up to a door covered in palm fronds that tickle as you push your way in.

You step into a room that is bedecked in bamboo, both as a structural and decorative material. The small windows around the top of the room let only a few shafts of sun in, making you feel as though you've stepped into a different atmosphere from the bright and energetic city outside. A warm, complex smell- you can pick out peat, peaches, something citrusy, and possibly a hint of vinegar?- curls around your nose. Along the bamboo shelves, you see several bottles and containers, each with a simple hand-written label that has an elaborate seal in the upper left corner.

As you get your bearings, a young halfling with a streak of white in their otherwise black wavy hair steps out from behind a desk in the back, coming forward to greet you with a relaxed but cheerful smile. "Welcome, welcome, this is Badou's Brewery! Are you here for a tour?"
Hearing Grey’s question loud and clear, the half-elf nods and opens his mouth to answer, but not before realizing he can’t match Grey’s volume.
Instead, he gestures to the building with the red tile roof that you just walked past, and yells, “Let’s talk in here- much more peaceful!” From inside his sash, he pulls out a small ring of keys, and leads you over to a pair of double doors. He opens both, revealing a large, empty room, big enough for all four of you, as well as Sandy and the cart.
The interior of this squat structure is made of daubed clay, making it nice and cool. It's the respite from the heat you’ve been looking for. When he closes the door, the chaos of the market outside finally subsides.

"Ahh, that's much better. Allow me to introduce myself- my name is Kelia Saleq. I am the chairperson of the Palma Flora Traders association," here he proudly strokes his sash, "and I am happy to welcome you all to Palma Flora! I haven't seen you all before, so I would be honored to tell you about our little home." Realizing you didn't ask for an in-depth introduction, he cuts himself off to say, "If you are in any kind of rush, then let me notify you that the best place to stay the night is the Riptide Inn and Tavern, on Flora Isle to the south- it's the tallest building in town, you can't miss it.
However," he says with a look at Ashwyn's cart and the various boxes and barrels within, "I see that you may have some goods you may be interested in trading, and I'm just the person to talk to on that front. Regardless, I would like to get to know you all! May I enquire after your names?"

[Luccan]

Walking back on the east side of town, you pass by the headquarters of the Palma Flora Traders. The red tile roofs are a common architectural element of their various buildings. A few of the smaller buildings have their doors wide open, and you can see several burly workers dragging various trade goods to the town square, where dozens of stalls have been erected in preparation for the upcoming celebrations. Ooduls points out Kelia Saleq, a dark-skinned, portly half-elf who is organizing the setup of the town square. Although he seems quite busy at the moment, given a few minutes you would be able to approach him to ask about the possibility of performing either tonight or tomorrow.

Passing through the town square, Ooduls points out the few regular buildings & shops, which include a fishmonger, a blacksmith, and an herbalist's store. In and around the regular stores are many stalls that are currently being stocked and decorated.
Moving further down the main road, just before you reach the bridge, you pass a round, squat group of buildings with several chimneys. You see a sign above the entrance that says "BADOU'S", and Ooduls points this out as the brewery. The front entrance is a few steps up to a door covered in palm fronds that tickle as you push your way in.

You step into a room that is bedecked in bamboo, both as a structural and decorative material. The small windows around the top of the room let only a few shafts of sun in, making you feel as though you've stepped into a different atmosphere from the bright and energetic city outside. A warm, complex smell- you can pick out peat, peaches, something citrusy, and possibly a hint of vinegar?- curls around your nose. Along the bamboo shelves, you see several bottles and containers, each with a simple hand-written label that has an elaborate seal in the upper left corner.

As you get your bearings, a young halfling with a streak of white in their otherwise black wavy hair steps out from behind a desk in the back, coming forward to greet you with a relaxed but cheerful smile. "Welcome, welcome, this is Badou's Brewery! Are you here for a tour?"
Hearing Grey’s question loud and clear, the half-elf nods and opens his mouth to answer, but not before realizing he can’t match Grey’s volume.
Instead, he gestures to the building with the red tile roof that you just walked past, and yells, “Let’s talk in here- much more peaceful!” From inside his sash, he pulls out a small ring of keys, and leads you over to a pair of double doors. He opens both, revealing a large, empty room, big enough for all four of you, as well as Sandy and the cart.
The interior of this squat structure is made of daubed clay, making it nice and cool. It's the respite from the heat you’ve been looking for. When he closes the door, the chaos of the market outside finally subsides.

"Ahh, that's much better. Allow me to introduce myself- my name is Kelia Saleq. I am the chairperson of the Palma Flora Traders association," here he proudly strokes his sash, "and I am happy to welcome you all to Palma Flora! I haven't seen you all before, so I would be honored to tell you about our little home." Realizing you didn't ask for an in-depth introduction, he cuts himself off to say, "If you are in any kind of rush, then let me notify you that the best place to stay the night is the Riptide Inn and Tavern, on Flora Isle to the south- it's the tallest building in town, you can't miss it.
However," he says with a look at Ashwyn's cart and the various boxes and barrels within, "I see that you may have some goods you may be interested in trading, and I'm just the person to talk to on that front. Regardless, I would like to get to know you all! May I enquire after your names?"

The fire genasi smiles politely and extends a hand to shake Ashwyn Holm, of the Shorewalk Merchant's Guild. A pleasure to meet you, Kelia. Around this time a red-tailed hawk the others had become used to seeing circle their cart and rest nearby as they camped the past few days circles in and lands atop the building building.

[Archemist]

"I see that you may have some goods you may be interested in trading, and I'm just the person to talk to on that front. Regardless, I would like to get to know you all! May I enquire after your names?"

Kebri looks around the room, a bit bemused, but also a bit suspicious. "Kebri. This your place, then?"

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Yes, we are!" Velkaria says quickly and clearly before Ooduls has a chance to say anything that might be other than yes. She has no idea if he might have or not, she wasn't taking chances.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey gives a nod in acknowledgement of Kelia, unable to banish a hint of imperiousness from the gesture. After a few weeks of relative safety, old habits are starting to creep back in, even as it tries to clamp down on its instincts. It waits for the voice-amplifying spell to wear off before speaking.

"I am called Grey. If I might ask—an establishment like the one you mention requires money in exchange for shelter, does it not?"

Never having had any use for money before, Grey does not possess any. The word still doesn't come easily. Despite listening to Ashwyn speak about such matters on the road, the tiefling remains uncertain about engaging with the world of commerce.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Yes. Yes, we are." Ooduls concurs with Velkaria with a smile and a nod.

[Strudel1000]

Kebri, I'd like you to make a Wisdom(Insight) check. Grey, make a general Charisma check. You can both roll in the OOC thread. (https://forums.giantitp.com/showthread.php?615665-OOC-Wildemount-Vengeful-Tides-5e)

“Wonderful, let’s get you started!” As you exchange introductions, your halfling guide tells you their name is Hugo. They proceed to give you an intensive tour of this humble but diverse brewing operation.

Stepping through a back door, you cross an alleyway to a circular building, similar to the one you just left but slightly sunk into the ground. You take a few steps down into a room populated by wooden vats. "This is where the fermentation takes place- on this side of the room we have our wines-to-be, and behind them sit the barrels that ferment for the liqueurs we produce." They pull the lid off of a few vats, allowing you to get a whiff of fruits and yeast combining to make a rich and earthy scent.

Crossing the alley again to another building, you are shown a room full of copper tubes and tubs, connected in inscrutable ways to each other. Beneath the large tubs are several fire pits, all of which are unlit at the moment. "This is where we distill the fermented fruits into the sweet libations that we are so proud of. Our equipment is of the finest Gwardan quality, carefully crafted by the steaming and hammering processes of the elves there. They help impart a nuance of flavor and texture that you won’t find in any other brewery’s distillations," Hugo says with pride.

The final room of the tour is a cellar below the room of vats, accessible only from a steep staircase that stretches down from a bulkhead. Hugo lights a small lamp and shows you rows and rows of barrels, each with handwritten notes in a script you can't quite understand. They tap on several of them, naming them as they do so. "This is a peach brandy, one of our most consistent sellers, and one that we distribute as far as Rexxentrum. This here is a palm wine, probably the most popular drink for the locals- it doesn't travel well, but when served fresh it is the best way to end a long day in the sun. Here we have a cask of our pineapple rum, a new creation, and one that is proving to be quite popular."
Having given you a comprehensive survey of everything the brewery has to offer, Hugo leads you over to a small cabinet with a conspiratorial air. "Normally on our tours, visitors are able to see our systems hard at work. However, all of our workers are currently busy helping prepare the town for the festival. Since you didn't get the full experience, but have been wonderful guests regardless, I'll share with you something that we don't often give out." As the cabinet is opened, you see a collection of large vials with flat bottoms, each one with a small tag tied around the neck. "You may each choose three of our brews," they say, graciously stepping out of the way and allowing you to closely peruse the options.

The tags read as follows:



~{Peach Brandy}
~{Tussoan Wine}
~{Sealeaf Liqueur}


~{Peach Wine}
~{Othemoor Bitters}
~{Palm Wine}


~{Sparkling Seawine}
~{Hearthstar Herbal Libation}
~{Pineapple Rum}


Once you have each chosen three, they lead you to the storefront where you started. "Thank you for joining me on this tour! It always excites me to see the work we do through fresh eyes. Are there any questions I can answer for you both?"

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria is essentially delighted the whole tour, just having a lovely day out. Especially after all that time on the boat. When Hugo offers them some samples to take with them she beams and says, "Oh, how sweet of you!" and gives him one of those "you just made my day" smiles.

She winds up picking out the Sealeaf Liquor (to match her aquatic theme), the Othemoor Bitters (as she can't imagine she's going to frequently have the opportunity to acquire any and a bottle that size is rather generous for bitters), and the Pineapple Rum (because she doesn't want to miss the opportunity to have some if it really does get popular).

"Well, the tour was just lovely Hugo. I suppose the only question I have would be to ask about the prices. As though I am tragically low on funds at the moment, I hope to rectify that and restock my supply of refreshments." she replies.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls selects three samples and profusely thanks the halfling. "Are there anything special events or attractions at the festival that we should not miss?" He replies when offered to ask questions.

[Awful]

"I am the Indominitable Khapya! If you've ever been to the Carnivora, you should have heard of me - and if you haven't, you've missed out!" Khapya boomed. "You've missed your chance for a while, though! Mother ocean decided the best place to store boats was the central arena, alas!"

[Strudel1000]

Hugo smiles with a quiet bashfulness when he hears that he made Velkaria's day. "Since you're here at just the right time, you absolutely MUST see the shark hunting competition. They'll be holding it tomorrow morning, starting around ten when the sunlight hits the crest of each wave just so. It's always a stunning display of athleticism. Other than that, I would say that you should make the most of your time here- there's no better place to forget your troubles!" he says with a wink. "Some of our products can certainly help you forget your troubles as well. You can see the price of a bottle if you flip over tag on each of the samples I gave you."



~{Bottle Sealeaf Liqueur: 45gp}
~{Bottle Pineapple Rum: 22gp}
~{Bottle Othemoor Bitters: 18gp}


Casting his eyes upwards in thought, Hugo answers, "Most of our wines run about thirty to fifty gold pieces per bottle, with brandies and liqueurs costing between forty and seventy five gold pieces. The palm wine, being a local specialty, we sell for ten gold pieces." When he finishes reciting the numbers from memory, he tightens his lips in disappointment. "Lately, our supply of peaches from the Vezdeawald and herbs from the Hearthstar Peaks have been interrupted. They had been slowing down before this turbulent winter season, but now it's even worse. We may have to cease production of our peach wine soon... a shame, as it's one of our most popular sellers. But!" he says, brightening up as he does so, "While you're in town you'll be able to try some at the Riptide Tavern- that's something else you shouldn't miss while you're around."



"I see that you may have some goods you may be interested in trading, and I'm just the person to talk to on that front. Regardless, I would like to get to know you all! May I enquire after your names?"


The fire genasi smiles politely and extends a hand to shake Ashwyn Holm, of the Shorewalk Merchant's Guild. A pleasure to meet you, Kelia.


Kebri looks around the room, a bit bemused, but also a bit suspicious. "Kebri. This your place, then?"


"I am called Grey. If I might ask—an establishment like the one you mention requires money in exchange for shelter, does it not?"


"I am the Indominitable Khapya! If you've ever been to the Carnivora, you should have heard of me - and if you haven't, you've missed out!" Khapya boomed. "You've missed your chance for a while, though! Mother ocean decided the best place to store boats was the central arena, alas!"


When Ashwyn mentions the Shorewalker Merchant’s Guild, Kelia’s face lights up. He pumps her hand enthusiastically, then turns to face the rest of you as you introduce yourselves. He eyes Kebri and Grey a little more guardedly than he did Ashwyn, but when Khapya introduces herself, he is caught off guard and lets out a chortle.
"I visited the Carnivora in my youth, but that was a long time ago. Quite a shame to hear that it has been damaged- it seems the Storm Lord's blessing is with no one these days."

Addressing Kebri and Grey, he says "This is a place of commerce; although I am the steward of these halls, I would be wrong to say that any of this is mine. I merely represent the hardworking people of this village in their dealings." Looking to Grey, he adds, "Normally, the Riptide Inn does indeed ask for some coin in exchange for their services. However, if that is not amenable to you, many of our guests take advantage of the idyllic weather to rest their heads on our fine beaches. Of course, we make sure to always have a waterwatcher available to ensure the safety of our patrons."

Turning back to Ashwyn, he exclaims, "The Shorewalkers told me you were coming- I am so glad to hear you made it safely! Any supplies you have brought would be a blessing. Do you have a manifest of goods? I would be happy to give you a surplus of products in exchange.” Barely waiting for an answer, he hurries over to a small bookshelf from which he pulls a ledger. He hurriedly flips through it, saying "Let me see what sort of goods we can spare... sharkskins, certainly... many bundles of sealeaves, not so many grains..."

Realizing he is neglecting his guests, he closes the book and says "Let us save the business dealings for another day. Ms. Holm, you are welcome to leave your hinny and cart here for the duration of the festival, or until we are able to complete our exchange. You can have access to it any time you like, I will be sure to leave the door unlocked for you. I can easily arrange feed and water for her as well." He turns to the rest of the group, and announces "Unless you had more questions for me, I would be happy to escort you to the Riptide Tavern so that you can begin your enjoyment of the festivities- this is a once-in-a-year celebration, after all!"

Although you may find this half-elf and his demeanor a little odd, he does seem to be an individual who cares genuinely for both his village and the people he considers his guests. The way he shows that care is likely quite different from most of the people you have met in your life, but he seems proud of his work.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey hesitates for a moment before leaving its perch. Up on the cart, it can see eye-to-eye with most humanoids, but standing on its own gets it looked down on a lot, at least in a physical sense. For a creature raised solely among goblins, it is still a new and disconcerting experience.

Of course, the other buildings don't seem like they would accommodate a cart anyway, so Grey steels itself and drops softly to the floor.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn nods and produces a ledger That would be agreeable. We've been on the road some days. Our venture will take my guard and I out of town within the next few days, but I see no reason we can't relax and enjoy the festivities for tomorrow. She walks over and unhitches Sandy from her harness, giving the mule affectionate pats and scratches on the head Behave yourself now... She turns to the group Shall we? When they exit the building, the hawk from earlier glides down and perches on Ash's shoulder.

[Strudel1000]

Guiding the four of you out of this little shed, Kelia leads the four of you out of this small building and back into the chaos of the town square and surrounding market. The intensity of shoppers and sellers alike has died down a bit, giving you a chance to see a little more of what's going on.

Some of the stalls you see include:
A grill run by a portly dwarf, who is rotating various fishes and fruits to a perfect char, accompanied by a slender elf who is selling bamboo skewers full of food;
A tall, green-haired firbolg selling several piles of herbs and soaps, whose stand is emitting a cleansing and wholesome scent;
A pair of human twins who have a wide array of colorful, spinning trinkets, who are currently surrounded by a large group of children clamoring to buy toys;
A tall and elegant tiefling woman who's tent has several racks of dresses, kaftans, scarves and shawls, currently holding up a pair of dresses to an interested customer and demonstrating how they shimmer as they move.

As you walk through the square, several people wave to Kelia, who jovially greets them as you pass. You see a dark-skinned human man, bald with a white beard, give him a greeting, and then do a double take as he sees your party. He steps out from behind the stall he is manning, and rushes up to Khapya, yelling "If that isn't the future champion of the Carnivora, come to the humble town of Palma Flora!" He is both fat and stout, and he wraps his arms around her in a hug that is strong enough to pick up the 6'10" woman by an inch.

You recognize this man as Faruq Tan'adu, a veteran of the arena and a good friend of your father's, who helped train you in your youth before moving away several years ago. Where your father's specialty was grappling, Faruq taught you the fine arts of using an opponent's strength and momentum against them. (Essentially, a judo-like form of combat.)

You knew him after his gladiator career, when he was an announcer and judge at the Carnivora- a position that was partially taken over by Ulfwan. He hasn't kept up with news from the arena, so it seems he's not aware that you have already become a champion...

"It's good to see you!" he exclaims, releasing Khapya and stepping back to survey her. "My, you've grown so much- what brings you here?" Turning to the rest of the group, he says "My apologies- my name is Faruq, a friend of Khapya's from long ago. I help organize the shark-hunting tournaments here, which I hope you all will attend tomorrow!" He takes another look at Khapya with a discerning eye. "We're actually one short for the amateur portion of the event- Khapya, you'd be the perfect candidate if you're interested in volunteering? Don't worry, we keep it easy- the real sharks don't come until later," he says with a wink.

While Khapya talks, Kebri feels a small tap on her calf, and looks down to see a pair of children. One, a small green dragonborn with a long tail, is cowering behind her friend, a slightly older tortle with a deep blue shell. The tortle pipes up, "Sorry to bother you miss, my friend wanted to give you a gift! Go on then, Nya," he says, stepping aside and pushing his friend forwards.

The dragonborn steps forward humbly, and holds out a necklace made of woven palm fronds, strung with seashells. In a mumble that is hard to understand, she says "This is for you." She pulls a second one out of a small bag at her side, and walks over to Grey, saying "Got one for your friend too." Having delivered her gifts, she tries to run away, but her friend catches her and whispers into her ear. At his words, she turns around, standing with a straight posture. "My name is Nyazan Boudera, welcome to Palma Flora, thank you! What is your name?" Having finished this seemingly scripted interaction, she shrinks a little, but doesn't run away as she awaits an answer.

Since you all have seen a bit more of town, I'll share a labeled map. (https://64.media.tumblr.com/5541c96e3a8c1bbc671d3ece84a9608f/0e8c57b117e7c367-86/s1280x1920/fc237ab59b2e0b664c4cd8bb8169a6d83a4d52d3.jpg) I'll update it in the IC/OOC post as well.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Refreshments in at least some small measure finally in tow, Velkaria looks to Ooduls and asks, "So where to next?"

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"The Riptide," Ooduls replies with a broad smile. He tours Velkaria to the Inn to break their fast and watch nobles.

[Archemist]

Kebri dons the necklace. "I am Kebri Tor. I... I am glad for your gift." She blinks her eyes a bit and seems quite genuinely moved by seeing the kids. She drops to a knee, closer to their level. "You are kind and brave. Thank you. I don't have much in the way of pretty things to give in return..." She thinks for a moment, and then smiles. "Here -" and summons a flurry of pink cherry-blossom petals to swirl in the air around them for a moment.

She straightens up somewhat bashfully, and speaks to the others in the party more than the kids, but also kind of just to herself. "I'm sorry, it has been quite a while since I've been in a place with families like me."

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Confronted with a goblin-sized person offering it something, Grey can only smile. The row of pointed, yellowing teeth that splits its head seems to convey predatory intent more than friendliness, but when it speaks, it is with a marked attempt to soften its usual guttural undertone.

"I am Grey, Nyazan Boudera. In color and in name. Your offering is appreciated, and perhaps one day I shall repay it."

Grey looks Nyazan meaningfully in the eye as it speaks, accompanying the words with a semi-respectful tilt of its head. Its tail snakes forward and curls around the proffered necklace, twisting to stow it in the backpack tied around its torso before returning to its normal position.

Then its gaze shifts to the tortle. "Friend of Nyazan Boudera. May I ask what are you called?"

[Awful]

Khapya's grin grew from ear to ear, revealing a remarkable set of pearly white fangs. She roared with joy as she hugged Faruq Tan'adu back.
"Faruk!" She bellowed. "Aha! I'm afraid you are wrong, my friend - there is no future about it! I wrestled down Ogrok the Fell-handed like a disobedient dog and gained the snapdragon crown!"
She pushed back the older man so she could look down at his face, clasping him on the shoulders as she beamed down.
"I am ashamed you have not heard - clearly the name of Indomitable Khapya is not famous enough! Of course I will be part of your shark-contest!"

The snapdragon crown was the wreath given to champions; snapdragons had long symbolised strength, and much like the championship, most only lasted for a single year... there were other badges and marks of honour, of course; but the snapdragon crown was perhaps the most prized of all, for it was placed upon the head of the victor in the ring itself before adrenline could cease to thrum through their veins.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn smiles and nods Greetings, Faruq. A friend of Khapya is a friend to us all. I hope these shark hunting competitions won't put our champion at risk of losing any fingers. She glances to the children interacting with Grey and Kebri briefly, double taking when she sees Grey smiles. They'll need to work on that

[Strudel1000]

With the tortle leading the way, Velkaria and Ooduls once again cross the bridge to Flora Isle, and travel down the island's gentle slope to the rear entrance of the Riptide Inn. This entrance opens up on a small desk, with hallways leading to rooms on either side. Stairs behind the desk lead down to the tavern that opens outwards on the beach, and upwards to the higher floors.

The desk is currently manned by a halfling in simple but elegant dress. As patrons pass her by, she greets each one by name, checking in with them before sending them on her way. When she sees Ooduls, her face breaks into a smile and she waves him over.

“Ooduls, so good to see you! What are you doing in port? I didn’t expect to see you for another few weeks or so. And I see you’ve brought a friend! Welcome, madam, to the Riptide Inn and Tavern. My name is Lewyn Hairtussle, I am the proprietor here and the person to talk to if you have any issues or questions! Please enjoy your stay.” She turns back to Ooduls to await his response.

"Faruk!" She bellowed. "Aha! I'm afraid you are wrong, my friend - there is no future about it! I wrestled down Ogrok the Fell-handed like a disobedient dog and gained the snapdragon crown!"
She pushed back the older man so she could look down at his face, clasping him on the shoulders as she beamed down.
"I am ashamed you have not heard - clearly the name of Indomitable Khapya is not famous enough! Of course I will be part of your shark-contest!"

Ashwyn smiles and nods Greetings, Faruq. A friend of Khapya is a friend to us all. I hope these shark hunting competitions won't put our champion at risk of losing any fingers.

Faruq laughs with happiness to see Khapya's unadulterated enthusiasm again. "Ahh, it's such a blessing to see you again! Congratulations on your accomplishments, I'm sure Ogrok didn't stand a chance." Responding to Ashwyn, he says, "For our amateurs, we don't make things too difficult- it's more of a swimming challenge than anything else. A little something to warm the crowd up!" He makes a waving motion with his hands, pantomiming people rising to their feet with excitement.

"Listen, I have some more business to take care of. Come to the southern beach of Flora Isle around ten in the morning, and we'll see if we can't win you another championship, eh?" He gives Khapya a wink and a friendly thwack on the shoulder that would be strong enough to knock most people to their knees, but to her is just a friendly greeting. With a farewell, he shifts back to his stand to continue talking to the people who have been lining up.


Kebri dons the necklace. "I am Kebri Tor. I... I am glad for your gift." She blinks her eyes a bit and seems quite genuinely moved by seeing the kids. She drops to a knee, closer to their level. "You are kind and brave. Thank you. I don't have much in the way of pretty things to give in return..." She thinks for a moment, and then smiles. "Here -" and summons a flurry of pink cherry-blossom petals to swirl in the air around them for a moment.
"I am Grey, Nyazan Boudera. In color and in name. Your offering is appreciated, and perhaps one day I shall repay it."

Grey looks Nyazan meaningfully in the eye as it speaks, accompanying the words with a semi-respectful tilt of its head. Its tail snakes forward and curls around the proffered necklace, twisting to stow it in the backpack tied around its torso before returning to its normal position.

Then its gaze shifts to the tortle. "Friend of Nyazan Boudera. May I ask what are you called?"

Nyazan is struck with wonder and excitement as the cherry blossom petals swirl around her. She reaches up to grab some with her hands and tail. She doesn't quite have the coordination to do so, but is greatly enjoying herself anyway. As Grey addresses her, she listens attentively, then nods vigorously before running away to stand behind her friend again.

The tortle watches the cherry blossoms swirl, and reaches out a claw to snag a single one out of midair, inspecting it closely before releasing it to flow away with the breeze. He faces Kebri and Grey both to say, "My name is Triton, nice to meet you both!" He gives a gentle bow.
Kelia steps forward and pats Triton on the shoulder, crouching next to him as he does so. "Thank you for taking care of Nya today." Turning to face the group, he says, "Triton here helps take care of several of the younger kids when their parents are working, or otherwise, ah, indisposed." With a wave to the group, he says, "You've met Kebri and Grey, over here we have the Indomitable Khapya and Ashwyn Holm. Now, make sure you thank them for their time, and make sure Nya has a safe place to stay tonight."

Triton gives a confident nod, and he takes Nya's hand. "Thank you all for your time! Enjoy your stay, and I'm sure we'll see you again soon." Once everyone has shared their goodbyes, they walk over to join the crowd of children who had been wandering around the market, now clamoring around the grill being run by the elf and dwarf.
Kelia straightens his back as they walk away. "Thank you for your patience with them. As with all children, they love meeting new people, but many of the guests and visitors don't seem to have much patience for them." With a clap of his hands, he says, "Well, we have tarried long enough- let me take you to the Riptide Inn and Tavern!"

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey watches the children go, thinking that Triton reminds it a little of High Priest Vladkraaz. It banishes the thought before it can get wistful about the past.

As the group is led to the Riptide, Grey ponders a bit of the other conversation it overheard while speaking to the children. It looks quizzically up at the others.

"What is a shark?" it asks.

[Awful]

Khapya gave an enthusiastic wave goodbye as Farul headed back to his stall.
"A shark? Well, you know a fish, right? Imagine a big one of those, sleek and deadly! A mouth full of a whole load of teeth almost as sharp as mine, haha!"
She bounced a little in anticipation.
"They should be fun! It's been a while since I swam last!"

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

The only fish Grey has ever seen are the small varieties found in forest streams, and its mind fills with completely inaccurate images of 'sharks'.

It absent-mindedly mimes biting the air while it walks, trying to imagine how a 'shark' feeds with large sharp teeth like Khapya's crammed into those tiny mouths.

[Awful]

The crocodile-woman laughed as Grey bit at the air.
"Ahaha! Yes, like that!"
She ruffled his head with an enormous hand.
"Once a giant shark swam into the Damali harbour, as large as any of the ships! They were afraid to try to slay it, in case it damaged the ships there - eventually they lured it back out to sea with an offering of a dozen cows dropped off a boat outside the Port. It was big enough to eat even me! You, my little friend, it wouldn't even need to chew!"

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls replies with a big smile, "Well hello Lewyn. So good to see you again. You're looking well."

"Yes, the storms damaged our ship the Wavechaser, so we're here for repairs. Fortunately, you've scheduled an annual festival for us!"

"Please meet Velkaria. She has the voice of an angel and might be available to serenade us."

"And right now, we would love to break our fast at your lovely establishment."




OOC: Sorry, missed this post until right now.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"A delight to make your acquaintance. My friend Ooduls' compliment aside, my true talent is as an organist. I have my own means of playing wherever I go and I was wondering if I might perform is the festival? It seems the gods wish it to be so given they brought me here right in time, despite all mortal plans for us to be elsewhere." she says with a smile.

"I could certainly eat." she adds to Oodul's bringing up the subject.

[Strudel1000]

Ooduls replies with a big smile, "Well hello Lewyn. So good to see you again. You're looking well."

"Yes, the storms damaged our ship the Wavechaser, so we're here for repairs. Fortunately, you've scheduled an annual festival for us!"

"Please meet Velkaria. She has the voice of an angel and might be available to serenade us."

"And right now, we would love to break our fast at your lovely establishment."


"A delight to make your acquaintance. My friend Ooduls' compliment aside, my true talent is as an organist. I have my own means of playing wherever I go and I was wondering if I might perform is the festival? It seems the gods wish it to be so given they brought me here right in time, despite all mortal plans for us to be elsewhere." she says with a smile.

"I could certainly eat." she adds to Oodul's bringing up the subject.

Lewyn chuckles at Ooduls' words. "Aye, we're just glad you made it in time for the celebrations. We would have hated to begin the party without you." She turns to Velkaria, making eye contact as she reaches a hand out in a polite greeting. "Velkaria, it's wonderful to meet you. If this is your first time in Palma Flora, I hope you enjoy your stay! Although you may not have planned your visit, you have come at the perfect time to see everything we have to offer. We may have room for a performance... Inana!" Here she calls down the stairway behind her, a call that is soon answered in the form of a young human woman with braided black hair trotting up the stairs.

When she arrives, Lewyn asks, "Inana, are there any openings in the music schedule for the day?" The woman replies quietly, and although she is subtle, you can hear her say "The fiddler who was going to start the dinner set has become indisposed. We have some room there, although I was about to go see if Yala from the north side of town could fill in." Lewyn thinks for a moment, and then turns back, "It seems that we have a place for you in our tavern this afternoon. If it's alright, you could perform here tonight and then we'll see if we can find a spot for you in the festival."

"In the meantime, you're looking to break your fast, and this is the place to be. It's good to see you again, Ooduls. I know Leydo will be glad of your company, and Suza misses you as well, although she'd be reluctant to admit it," Lewyn says with a wink.

"Inana, would you guide our guests to the tavern and give Velkaria here some more information about where she'll be performing?" Inana nods and smiles, saying "Right this way." She leads you downstairs into the tavern. Beyond a few populated clusters of tables, the seating opens onto a patio, and from there you are graced with a view of the infinite majesty of the Lucidian Ocean, each wavecap sparkling and winking as it rushes towards you. Inana leads you a table just inside the shade of the building, next to a small stage where a elderly elf is playing a relaxing tune on a hurdy-gurdy. His music mingles gently with the sounds of waves and people talking and relaxing in the sandy stretch before you.

Once you are both sitting comfortably, she introduces herself formally. "My name is Inana, and I'm in charge of organizing performances for the tavern and festival. Velkaria, is it? You'll be playing here this afternoon. Your set will be an hour long, starting around four, if that works for you. Can I ask what instrument you'll be playing?" Once she learns a little more about your act, she lets you both know that today's lunch special is a cooled soup made from pounded yams and palm fruit.

At this point in the day, it's around noon. You're welcome to spend the time until Velkaria's performance at the tavern, watching/hobnobbing with the nobles, or you can wander around town a little more.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls flushes at a Suza's name and replies with a big smile, "Well thank you Lewyn. You're as lovely as always."

"Good to meet you Inana." The tortle politely listens and chit chats while breaking his fast.

Once Velkaria is well-introduced and comfortable, Ooduls will excuse himself to go check on his friend Suza.

[Strudel1000]

Suza lives in a small building on the western beach of Flora Isle. Although many of the surrounding huts have bamboo or rattan floors, hers is made of soft sand, perfect for nestling into. As you trudge through the palm trees, the wind hits them with a sound that is almost reminiscent of a laugh that could be far off rolling thunder. Looking to your right, the sunlight seems to flash off the eye of the statue of the Storm Lord, almost as if he is winking at you.

Suza’s home has several streamers attached to the roof, flowing in the wind. Coming around the side, you see a few wind chimes as well, tinkling in the breeze. The door opens at your knock, and Suza welcomes you in. She’s already created a cozy nook in the sand for you both to relax. Unless you want to chat with Suza beforehand, we’ll put a little fade to black here... let me know if that’s okay. After knocking shells, she invites you to dinner at the Riptide Tavern. (If Ooduls isn't interested in her continued company, I'll edit her out of the post below *hand wave*)

After you work out the details of your performance with Inana, and enjoy a cooling meal with Ooduls, your tortle companion excuses himself and leaves you on your own. However, it’s not long before you find yourself being approached by a human with reddish sandy skin. He is wearing colorful robes and bearing a brooch with a seal representing House Tansu, which you recognize as a minor noble family from Nicodranas.

“Is that Velkaria Lapidus, in the flesh?” he asks with a jovial tone. “Pardon my abrupt interruption- my name is Daïd Tansu. We attended many soirées concurrently, although I never had the chance to introduce myself. More importantly, I was prosperous enough to be present for a few of your practices in the Dawnfather’s Cathedral. How lucky it is that I should meet you here!”

Daïd seems both friendly and eager to make your acquaintance. From what you can remember of the Tansu house, they don't have a lot of influence, but they do have access to several lucrative mines amongst the foothills of the Cyrios Mountains.

The rest of the group as described below is meeting a few minutes before your performance begins. You're welcome to respond to Daïd in character, or give me a tl;dr of how you would receive his half brash, half charming introduction.
As Khapya and Grey share their experiences, Kelia leads all four of you over a bridge onto the sandy oasis from the world that is Flora Isle. The land slopes gently down in front of you, towards a beach where you can see a few bonfires being brought to life as people play in the surf. Although the sun will be out for a few more hours, it has swung low towards the horizon and the sky to the west is beginning to light up in orange and red.

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The first thing you approach is another series of stalls that line the path, although these seem much more permanent than those set up in the town square you just left. The people here are selling things of a slightly gaudier nature as well. Beyond these stands a very large statue of a man, standing in a wishing pool that glistens with coinage. Interrupting your line of sight to the horizon are clusters of palm trees and cottages, creating a cozy atmosphere around this central plaza. Off to your left lie a few docks, populated a pair of fishing skiffs and a handsome caravel that looks as if it has seen better days.

You both know that the statue in the middle of this island is a representation of the Storm Lord, patron of those who seek success in combat both martial and existential.
Kelia lets you take your time as you view the sights, but leads you to the three-story building that is the most notable part of Flora Isle. Although it is built in a humble architectural style, reflecting the style of the cottages that have been built around town, it is clearly on a different scale from any other building around. Rather than take you through the door that faces you, he walks you around the side to an open air tavern, where the sound of chatter and glasses clinking begins to match the sound of the ocean in the background.

As you come into view of the dining area, Kelia makes eye contact with a young tortle with green skin and a shell that almost glitters like black pearls. He is sitting next to another tortle with a shell of deep burgundy, and across from an elegant grey-skinned tiefling with full, blue hair. He swiftly leads you all to join their table. "Ooduls, how charming it is to see you! I noticed you walking around town earlier, but I was so busy that I hardly had time to greet you. As it stands, the day has not become any less busy for me. Would you be so kind as to ease these new friends of mine into their stay at the inn?"

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls spends the afternoon celebrating his return to Palma Flora with Suza. He thanks the Stormlord for his storms and the opportunity. He knows he is at the mercy of the divine storms of life.

========================================

"Aye, Kelia. It would be my pleasure. Have a seat, strangers. Share a drink and become strangers no more. These are my friends Suza and Velkaria." He motions to the tortle and then the tiefling, respectively.

"Please introduce yourselves and make merry."

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Straightforward jovial wealthy but not especially influential was just about perfect for a patron for what might or might not be a short but hopefully relaxed first stop of her journey. So Velkaria greets Daïd warmly, flattered/satisfied to have a fan/be known. She returns the favor by making a point of being familiar with his house in a positive way, loudly enough for others in the establishment to hear of course. She then allows him to introduce her to the other esteemed guests.

((Shine Patron get?))

Velkaria lets out a little squeal of delight as she sees Ashwyn and quickly gets up and flings her arms around her for a hug. "Ashwyn! What a lovely surprise! I certainly wouldn't have expected to find you here. And in such..." she finally notices Grey. "interesting company?" she turns back to look Ashwyn in the eyes with a mix of concern/confusion.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn returns her friend's hug It's good to see you too, Velkaria. I was worried you might've been caught up in that storm with all your wandering about. she gestures to her companions This is Grey, we've just met but they've been nothing but pleasant. They were travelling with Kebri Tor. And you might've seen Indomitable Khapya if you ever went to the Carnivora She nods to Ooduls It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Ashwyn Holm

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey eyes the chairs curiously, never having sat in one before. After some consideration, it snags one of the chairs by its wooden leg and turns it around, so that its tail can hang comfortably off the seat's rightful front. Shaking the sand from its claws, it clambers up onto the chair, whose backrest is fortunately low enough for Grey to look over it at the rest of the table.

"Interesting to meet you too, Velkaria," Grey says, noting that she, like itself, has grey skin and horns. "And you as well, Ooduls and Suza."

[Awful]

"Yes, as introduced, I am the Indomitable Khapya!"
The gladiator champion gave her best winsome grin - wide and sharp. As she did, she took in her two new acquantiances - a pretty young tiefling and a pair of turtlefolk
"I earned a few titles in the arena, but Khapya is good enough between friends!"
She thudded down in a chair, which creaked omniously beneath her weight, but just about held, and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table in a way that oh-so-coincidentally showed off her muscles. She called to the barmaid cheerfully.
"How about some ale over here, darling? For me and my friends!"

[Archemist]

Kebri nods in acknowledgment of her introduction and sits - she is one of the tailless dragonborn, you may have noticed.

She takes in the appearance of her new companions, noting the holy symbol necklace Ooduls has. Kebri's own staff is very evokative of the Wildmother's symbol, with a spiral at the top and bark still on it, for those who know of such things, and the copper dragonborn seems to always be keeping one eye and hand on it even as it leans against the table beside her.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria is noticeably surprised when Grey talks, as she'd just assumed it was this Kebri woman's pet monster or some such. "Ah, yes." is all she manages to get out in reply.

But thankfully the introductions shift quickly away and on to someone equally exciting, but in a much more pleasant way. "Yes yes, I've seen more than one of the Indomitable Khapya's matches in the Carnivora! What a treat to meet you face to face."

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

While the group makes merry, you discover that Suza is a local firsher tortle and Ooduls is a prophet of the Stormlord. Ooduls attributes most every random act to the whim of the Stormlord, such as bringing you all together. He is a very affable tortle politely asking each of you to tell your stories.

When it is his story to share, he describes it as particularly common enough one among tortles. Orphaned with his siblings at about one year old on some empty beach in the Menagerie Coast. You discover that tortles mate to reproduce at the very end of their life. Ooduls grew up fending for himself beyond civilization. Last year, he was struck by the divine power of the Stormlord, who called him to a port, and has been sailing as a good luck charm ever since. This is Ooduls second stop here, and he and Suza seem happy about the opportunity.

While Ooduls listens intently to each of your stories, he is particularly interested in Grey. The like he is never seen.

[Strudel1000]

After your round of introductions, Kelia excuses himself, saying "It was wonderful meeting you all, but I must be on my way. Hope to see you at the festival tomorrow!" He walks into the tavern and up a staircase in the back. As he goes, he has to wend his way around several tables and people who have grabbed chairs at random so they can sit closer to their friends. It seems you came at the perfect time, as the tavern is starting to fill up quickly.

Suza greets the newcomers to the table, saying "Nice to meet you." and giving a soft wave. As you sit with her, she gives each of you a quick glance, before her eye is caught on Kebri's staff in particular. As you sit down and begin to settle, she leans towards you and asks, "Would you happen to be a follower of the Wild Mother?"



"How about some ale over here, darling? For me and my friends!"

As Khapya calls this out, she makes eye contact with a middle aged human woman on the far side of the bar, who yells out "Be with you soon!" You think you see a grimace cross her face as she begins pouring drinks for the table. Within a minute, she is swiftly crossing the open air patio, her wavy-haired mullet bouncing with each step.
Setting a tray down, she uses her muscular single arm to pass out elegant steins filled with frothy ale. "Here you are dears, a round of drinks to start. Special for the night is the stuffed plantains. You all can call me Marla, is there anything else I can grab for you?" As she speaks in a brisk tone, she starts tapping her foot impatiently, eyes scanning the room for other customers in need while she listens to you.

As she does so, a woman with brown skin and braided black hair approaches Velkaria, and leans down to murmur in her ear.

Inana comes over and whispers, "You can begin your performance as soon as you are ready. Let me know if you need anything." ((You can take a few minutes to sit at the table/chat without any issue, if you like.))

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria seems interested in hearing the tales of the others, though doesn't do anything further to introduce herself. As she's used to people already knowing about her and she's about to be performing anyway.

She gives a nod to Inana and replies, "Just a few more minutes here and a space to play."

[Luccan]

Ashwyn nods to Suza and sits near Velkaria if possible, smiling slightly and much more relaxed than she was on the road. When the ale arrives she takes her stein and sips it briefly, letting out a contented sound
Something to eat would be appreciated, Marla, those stuffed plantains sound delicious. Thank you. She nudges Velkaria lightly You're playing tonight? Kebri, Grey, you're in for a treat. She turns to more closely examine Ooduls' shell as he speaks. I assume you met Velkaria on a ship, then?

[Archemist]

Suza greets the newcomers to the table, saying "Nice to meet you." and giving a soft wave. As you sit with her, she gives each of you a quick glance, before her eye is caught on Kebri's staff in particular. As you sit down and begin to settle, she leans towards you and asks, "Would you happen to be a follower of the Wild Mother?"

Kebri nods again and takes a deep drink of the ale. "Well, I followed her here, I suppose. And will, to wherever is next. Ashwyn and Khapya spoke of great storms here - perhaps this place is in need of a little balance. Perhaps a few ships in need of guidance, it sounds like, Ooduls? How has that been?

"I am looking forward to the performance, yes. Nature is full of music but people have so many different creations to help them make it, it's always a treat."

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

On hearing Ooduls's request for its story, Grey first regards the tortle with a guarded silence. Eventually, though, it speaks.

"I come from beyond the Cyrios Mountains," it begins slowly. "The King Bertrand's people do not look upon appearances like mine kindly, and the family that used to protect me was... conscripted about a year ago. I tried to survive on my own for a while, but there was no city or farm that did not turn on me with spear and crossbow. Apart from that, there was only the Cyrengreen, a dangerous place for the lone. But I remembered what an old friend once told me: That on the coast lived people who would not shun someone like myself. So I decided to quit the Empire and make my way here."

It pauses in contemplation before speaking again.

"So far, I think the people here have proven him correct."

Bringing the tip of its tail around to grasp the stein, Grey sips ale. With a mouth unsuited to cups, it can manage only as long as it doesn't try to swallow too much at once. The chair wobbles, unbalanced by the weight of Grey's thick tail tail all on one side.

Privately, Grey is worried that someone might demand it pay for its drink, but refusing might draw attention. As long as it keeps quiet, it reasons, there is a five-out-of-six chance of someone else volunteering their coin, and for this reason it also says nothing about the stuffed plantains.

Grey offers no comment on the musical discussion, as its only relevant experience consists of the goblins' ritual chants and the hymns the trapped souls within it sometimes sing—neither a safe topic for conversation.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Aye, the Stormlord introduced us on the Wavechaser and brought us here. The captain needs to repair the ship from the storm damage, so she can continue her voyage. How did you and Velkaria meet?" Ooduls replies to Ashwyn.

To Kebri, Ooduls smiles broadly and genuinely. "There are many in need of guidance. The Stormlord ensures I'm always at the right place to do His work, so I just do the best I can with the opportunities He gives me."

To Grey, Ooduls listens intently and seriously to the story of whatever-it-is, "Now the Stormlord has brought you here. I would imagine that it is much easier to feel the will of the Stormlord on the Menagerie Coast. But, I would not know having never been too far out of sight of a coast myself."

"To new friends!" The tortle offers a toast for an excuse to drink.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Internally, Grey is screaming bloody vengeance at the very idea that another god could be in control of its actions.

"Perhaps," it says, a slight pronouncement of its Goblin accent the only outward sign of a loss of composure, "but I rather think it is the mule Sandy who should be credited with bringing us here."

Never having drunk in a group before, Grey is bewildered by the toast, but the confusion does a good job of defusing its anger. It raises its stein perhaps a moment after the others and lowers it late as well, chair wobbling even more violently from the imbalance.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria chuckles softly at Grey's joke. She then raises her cup and drinks.

She opens her mouth to answer for Ashwyn, but then stops realizing it might be interesting to hear how Ashwyn tells it. The "oh, how will you tell the tale?" interested look on her face is probably not lost on Ashwyn.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn raises her glass with the others, but she continues drinking at a more moderate pace. She catches Velkaria's expression and raises a brow. My last year studying under Melwick Tossbuckle he took me along to a social event. I wasn't really familiar with anyone, but Velkaria is quite gregarious. She came to talk to me and introduced me to a few people around the room. Her patron had business with Master Tossbuckle the next day and we got to speaking about magic while she saw me practicing. We've kept in touch since. She speaks matter-of-factly, but seems fond of the tale.

[Strudel1000]

Marla notes who ordered food, nods curtly, and strides back to the kitchen.

Suza watches the theological debate with interest. With a curious look towards Grey, she says, “It may have been a mule who carried you here, but surely the fact that you arrived safely during such turbulent times is a form of blessing, no? I have heard that traveling the Cyrios Mountains is no easy task as well.”
Turning to Kebri, she asks, “Do you feel the presence of the Wild Mother any differently compared to where you’ve traveled from? I have heard that in other places, she is worshipped as a single entity- and in some places, worshipping her is even banned!” As she says this, she seems to be shocked herself that such a thing could be true.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Suza's interjection reignites Grey's rage in an instant.

A blessing? But is it that of your Stormlord, or mine, O fool with the old-blood shell? And if mine, take care it does not become a curse!

Knowing better than to speak such words aloud, its mouth opens to deliver a somewhat less hostile retort, accent grown perhaps a shade more apparent.

"Yes, the mountain path is harsh, and the one I will—"

But then it seems to catch itself and looks away from the tortle pair for a few long moments, drawing a deep, silent breath. When its eyes flick back to them and it speaks, all traces of Goblin are gone from its voice.

"Well. Stormlord, no Stormlord—whichever it is, we will not find the answer around this table," it says.

There is a short pause, during which it decides to try saying something more conciliatory.

"To be sure, the devotion you both show to your god is commendable. But understand that I will never accept his hand in any part of my own fate."

At that, it falls silent, taking a sip from its cup to cover the tension.

[Archemist]

Turning to Kebri, she asks, “Do you feel the presence of the Wild Mother any differently compared to where you’ve traveled from? I have heard that in other places, she is worshipped as a single entity- and in some places, worshipping her is even banned!” As she says this, she seems to be shocked herself that such a thing could be true.

"Of the foolish and cruel things we mortals try to do, thinking we could ban the Wildmother must be near the top of the list. I have never encountered her as a single being, and might not wish to, since it would probably end me. But she is all around, and never the same twice."

Kebri seems surprised at Grey's reaction to the bit about the mule, but accepts it without comment.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls smiles and nods at Grey's comments, obvious that he has heard the sentiment before. "Yes. There are those who shout at the storm for getting wet and breaking their house or ship." He takes a sip.

"I'm not familiar with the Wildmother. Can you tell us more?" He asks the table with genuine interest.

[Awful]

After the toast, Khapya poured the drink down her throat in a single series of gulps - the mug seemed almost small in her grasp.
"Ah, that's more like it!"
She shrugged as Ooduls asked the table.
"I can't tell you much about the gods, so I'll leave that to others! CLosest I've got is the old spirit in this."
She tapped a claw on the thick golden bracelet around her wrist, ting ting! Someone in the deep recesses of her soul, she felt it stir for a moment, before it settled again. Not feeling like conversation, you old boots?
"Course, they don't talk much, so I suppose I couldn't tell you much about them either! Hahaha!"

[Archemist]

Ooduls smiles and takes a sip.

"I'm not familiar with the Wildmother. Can you tell us more?" He asks the table with genuine interest.

Kebri gestures expansively around, but seems at a loss for words for a moment. "I... I only know of your Stormlord from what I've seen, and the Wildmother is a bit like that. And your Storm is also banned, in the Empire I'd left. Pointless, I know. Anyhow, the two are alike, but the Wildmother is more... creative, and harmonious? Like..." and she raises her hand in a quick circle to cast Druidcraft again, this time for a fresh pine scent to head towards Ooduls.

Actual picture of the Wildmother and one of her children: :smallwink:https://64.media.tumblr.com/939414cca01bfc57e4e06c29741edf24/tumblr_pooupyIQsy1ss4s90_400.jpg

[Strudel1000]

"Well. Stormlord, no Stormlord—whichever it is, we will not find the answer around this table," it says.

There is a short pause, during which it decides to try saying something more conciliatory.

"To be sure, the devotion you both show to your god is commendable. But understand that I will never accept his hand in any part of my own fate."
"I can't tell you much about the gods, so I'll leave that to others! Closest I've got is the old spirit in this."
She tapped a claw on the thick golden bracelet around her wrist, ting ting!
"Course, they don't talk much, so I suppose I couldn't tell you much about them either! Hahaha!"

Kebri gestures expansively around, but seems at a loss for words for a moment. "I... I only know of your Stormlord from what I've seen, and the Wildmother is a bit like that. And your Storm is also banned, in the Empire I'd left. Pointless, I know. Anyhow, the two are alike, but the Wildmother is more... creative, and harmonious? Like..." and she raises her hand in a quick circle to cast Druidcraft again, this time for a fresh pine scent to head towards Ooduls.

Suza looks closely at Khapya's bracelet, adorned in crocodiles, and glances over her combined scaly and smooth skin. "An old spirit? Perhaps the Wildmother has blessed you as well?" Nodding along with Kebri's description of the goddess, she adds, "She is harmony, because she is all beasts, and is every spirit of nature. She may not take control of your fate," she says with a nod at Grey, "but her presence may touch you all the same." Eagerly sniffing the pine scent that drifts towards Ooduls, she gestures at Kebri, and says "One of your companions seems to have her blessing as well!"


My last year studying under Melwick Tossbuckle he took me along to a social event. I wasn't really familiar with anyone, but Velkaria is quite gregarious. She came to talk to me and introduced me to a few people around the room. Her patron had business with Master Tossbuckle the next day and we got to speaking about magic while she saw me practicing. We've kept in touch since.

Here she turns to Ashwyn, asking "And your mentor Tossbuckle, which of the gods helps guide his path?" Addressing both Ashwyn and Velkaria, she asks "Are you both blessed with magic? This is quite an extraordinary group if so!"

Marla hurries over, handing out the orders of stuffed plantains. Seeing the speed at which Khapya drinks, she has brought over a couple of ales as well. ”Anything else I can get for you? Anything to eat? Speak now or forever hold your peace!” She offers a wink, and it seems as though she has fallen into the rhythm of the evening and is a little less stressed now that most diners have their orders.

The sound of eating and socializing has risen to a loud enough volume that she has to project to be heard. Behind her, you can all see the sky lit up with orange, purple, yellow and res, with patches of cloud soaking up the colors to create a gorgeous tableau. A few people have begun to look over at the stage sitting behind you, as if expecting a performance to start.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"I believe you'll have the answer to your question in just a moment." Velkaria replies to Suza with a self-amused smile and then heads over to the stage and waits to be introduced before her performance.

[Strudel1000]

A halfling dressed in a simple white tunic and pants comes onto the stage behind you, smiling broadly at the dining room. The diners fall quiet as they see her beginning to talk.

”Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Riptide Inn and Tavern! My name is Lewyn Hairtussle, and I’m the proprietor here, so please feel free to find me if you have any questions during your stay.

We appreciate you all sharing your time with us during this Harvest’s Rise festival, as we prepare for a summer that we hope will be bountiful. Tonight on the beach, there will be bonfires and celebrations, including a sow roast that everyone is welcome to partake in.

I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’m honored to introduce our first performer of the evening, Velkaria Lapidus!” With that introduction, Lewyn steps aside to make room for Velkaria to take the stage. There is a solid burst of applause, as it seems several members of the audience recognize her. A few people turn back to their tables, but most of the interest in the room is focused on the elegant tiefling who is bathed in the comfort orange light of the sunset.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria basks in the applause and recognition as she walks to the stage, faces the audience, and gives a small curtsy. Then she sits down on mid-air!? Ah, but just as she would put her weight on apparently nothing, a bench formed out of misting ice appears beneath her. And then a moment later a large pipe organ made the same. To all in the room the pipe organ is translucent, clearly some kind of illusion. That probably doesn't stop them from enjoying the sensation of coolness as the illusion of cool mist spreads through the space, making about a foot of the floor difficult to see.

She starts with one of those deep and haunting pipe organ songs, just to make sure she has everyone's attention. Then she moves on to a procession of classical style pieces, though how old they actually are varies quite a bit (a fact she expects maybe a single person aside from herself to appreciate). She finishes with a more modern piece she's taken a fancy to. For this one she also sings the lyrics as well.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRMgW8yzrac


"So you'll be an Marquesian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C

With money you squeeze from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

Completely filling the palace concert hall
It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open
It has a melody both happy and sad
Built on victorious young triads

You've entered the room with great caution
Though no one in the hall is even watching
They are transfixed
They are forgetting just to breath
They are so taken by your symphony...
In C

You're sitting there thinking your thoughts
They are not about what is but what is not
You are sitting there breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life but mostly death

So you'll be an Marquesian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning...
A symphony...
In C"

She waits for a moment after finishing and then stands up as the illusion slowly fades away. As she receives another round of applause, she again gives a small curtsy and a smile to the audience before rejoining her friends new and old at their table. After sitting down she turns Suza and says with a wry smile, "I trust that answers your question?"

[Jubal]

https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/f35fb770-7717-41ec-a9d6-0f1d73aba11a/dbsgwkb-20c6d664-1625-4eff-be8a-44e39949a7ae.png/v1/fill/w_1032,h_774,q_70,strp/tortle_cleric_by_blazbaros_dbsgwkb-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9 .eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib 2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xMjAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlw vZjM1ZmI3NzAtNzcxNy00MWVjLWE5ZDYtMGYxZDczYWJhMTFhX C9kYnNnd2tiLTIwYzZkNjY0LTE2MjUtNGVmZi1iZThhLTQ0ZTM 5OTQ5YTdhZS5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTYwMCJ9XV0sImF1Z CI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.94 7Jbqgh4VEVlNNAAl8OtzDRJ_Dl00QHc_4tXwMSFS8
Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls starts the applause and stands.

[Archemist]

She waits for a moment after finishing and then stands up as the illusion slowly fades away. As she receives another round of applause, she again gives a small curtsy and a smile to the audience before rejoining her friends new and old at their table. After sitting down she turns Suza and says with a wry smile, "I trust that answers your question?"

Kebri is a little confused. She'll never be a Marquesian noble, will she? But the song is indeed very impressive and enjoyable, so she joins Ooduls in the applause.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Once the first round of applause starts, Grey realizes it is unable to follow suit. It has seen members of its tribe clap before, of course, but they never expected their idol above the altar to join in. Its limbs are occupied keeping it upright on the chair, and it would take lying prone like some undignified snake to free them up for any clapping—out of the question. Thumping its tail? Possible, but it wouldn't really produce the same effect. Even its magic can only generate little bursts of sound that for some reason it can never make come closer together than six seconds on that pocket-watch thing the goblins looted from one of their victims.

In the end, it misses effectively the entire performance racking its brains for a way to imitate the noise, and is still lost in thought when Velkaria returns to the table.

[Luccan]

Ashwyn enjoys the performance, her eyes closed to focus on the sound of Velkaria's playing and then also her voice. She joins the applause at the end of the performance, giving Velkaria a nod as she rejoins the table.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

As the evening comes to a close and the various members of the group begin to depart for wherever they have decided to sleep, Grey approaches Kebri.

"Kebri Tor. Walk with me outside, if you do not mind."

Leaving the inn, it pauses at the entrance to see if she follows.



Grey takes the path that leads back over the bridge to the mainland. After a moment or two of silence, it speaks.

"I was talking to the one with the dried-blood shell earlier. Perhaps you heard—but never mind that now. What I wanted to say to you was..."

It pauses, not used to what it is about to do. Humoring children is one thing, but humbling oneself before an equal is quite different.

"...thank you."

Grey falls silent again for a while, clearly somewhat conflicted about what it has just done. It does not elaborate on its statement.

"Anyway, I am going to go find something to eat. Good night, Kebri Tor."

Then it heads off to the outskirts of town, to seek out edible wild vegetation.
Seeing that Kebri does not wish to walk with it, Grey gives her a look that is both disappointed and minutely incensed. It's mostly in the eyes, as its range of facial expression is less robust than that of a human, or even a tortle. Though quite possibly on par with a dragonborn.

Then it heads back over the bridge to the mainland, off to look for edible wild vegetation around the town outskirts.

[Archemist]

Kebri follows, for the record, and nods appreciatively. She says, "No thanks are needed, I think. We seem to have fallen in with some good souls, and while having... friends... is difficult, there is a season for it, like the season we've had of being alone. Good night."

[Strudel1000]

For your past months of travel, you have felt the gentle touch of the Wildmother. Not even a touch, just a certainty that she watches over your journey and has kept you as safe as she can. However, during tonight’s sleep, that assurance seems to be missing. It’s not quite a premonition, but something feels different.

Ever since you’ve been traveling with Kebri, you’ve noticed that a few of the spirits that surge inside you and attempt to banish you have started to quiet. They still form a chanting chorus of admonishment, but one or two of the voices that had been the most prominent are harder to pick out of the choir. Tonight, as you fall asleep, you note that those prominent voices are definitely missing. Roll a Survival check to see how successful your foraging is.

After your eye-catching performance last night, Daïd is quick to find you and request the pleasure of your company, both in front of his fellow nobility and in his room for the evening (or night, if you’re interested). This morning, he treats you to breakfast with some of his friends, most of whom don’t know you. He regales them with flattering tales of your other performances, and you can tell that they are impressed by your skill and reputation. (All of this happens at your discretion, of course.)

The sound of seagulls squawking is the sound that rouses each of you from your slumber. It isn’t long before the inn and the town begin to bustle, as both staff and patrons begin to prepare for the Harvest’s Rise Festival.
Outside on the beach, the ashes from last night’s bonfires are just starting to be blown around by the wind. A few people seem to be harvesting these ashes, putting them in large baskets and hauling them across the bridge into town. A group of about ten people are swimming laps around Flora Isle, making very good time.

Downstairs, a light breakfast service has begun. Many of the nobles appear to be quite hungover from excessive celebrations, but there is a sense of excitement in the air for the events of the day. To the right of the tavern, a small stage is quickly being erected. Long, colorful streamers have been tied around the palm trees, and the offshore breeze that lifts them up almost makes you feel like you are aboard a ship that is making good headway.

As the day passes, you see more and more people gathering on the beach, and some of the people who had been cooking and serving food in the town square yesterday have set their equipment up on the far side of the stage. The swimmers who had been making laps emerge from the ocean, and walk up the beach to kneel and pray before the statue in the middle of town.

As Ashwyn sits down to breakfast, she is found by Kelia, who asks to join her. ”Good morning dear! I wanted to thank you again for your crucial delivery. I took after Sandy yesterday and today, she is a very well behaved creature. I also had your cart loaded up with goods for your journey back- I made sure to get treated shark skins in there, as well as a few cases of alcohol, and some other things.” He hands you a manifest with a full list of what he’s given you. ”I hope you’ll stay for the festival, but as soon as you need, you are ready for departure!” If he is welcome to join you at the table, he engages you in discussions of business and trade, before leaving to oversee more of the upcoming events.

Khapya, once you step out of the tavern, you are quickly found by Faruq. "Good morning, champion! I hope you enjoyed last night's revelries. I saw you in a pushup competition with our local strongman, and I must say I wasn't surprised to see that you beat him handily," he says with a chuckle. After exchanging some more conversation, he says, "We should catch up more after the festival- I have to help finish preparations, but will you still join in the amateur competition today? It mostly just consists of swimming out to that buoy," and he points off to a colorful object floating in the water about 150 feet out into the water. "If you're still interested, the competition begins in about half an hour at the stage we've just built!" Having said so, he darts off to make sure everything else goes smoothly.

Roll me an Athletics check, a Dexterity check, and a Constitution check, and we’ll see how you do.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria spends some time with Daïd in the evening, but doesn't elect to share his bed (as she normally doesn't quite so soon after meeting someone, if she does at all). She doesn't even decline so much as steer the conversation away from the subject. In the morning she accepts his offer to break their fast together and chats happily with the other nobles. She makes sure the subject of the local refreshments is injected in the conversation at some point. Subtly hinting (but certainly not actually saying) she'd appreciate some as a gift if anyone was so inclined.

When breakfast is over she excuses herself and goes to join Ashwyn.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls spends the evening with Suza and joins her morning fishing. With two to check her traps and fill her nets, they finished early and returned to port to break their fast at the inn with broad smiles on the their faces.

[Archemist]

Kebri wakes somewhat later than usual, and mutters something about not being able to tell when dawn was from indoors. She takes a few leaves of some incense (or tea?) plant from one of her many pockets and pops them straight into her mouth as she walks down to the docks with Khapya and the others, and her mood seems to lift.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn welcomes Kelia at breakfast, chatting with him about changes to shipping routes as a result of the storm. My bodyguard seems to have been caught up in your shark hunt, so I think I'll be here at least another day. But her bonus is contingent on a timely return; barring anything unexpected, we'll depart soon. She meets up with Velkaria after breakfast, giving the grey tiefling a once over I don't know how you entertain all those people and keep yourself put together. I felt out of sorts just talking to Kelia before I finished my tea. On the walk outside, the hawk familiar joins them as well, bobbing his head towards Velkaria who he's met before


Velkaria would be familiar with Tobi the hawk from their visits

Thanks to NontheistCleric for the character art!

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Why my dearest Ashwyn." Velkaria says and loops her tail around Ashwyn's hips and draws her closer for a sort of hug, "I simply enjoy taking them in the way you would a book. They all have stories to tell and can provide information or entertainment. They come in all sorts of kinds and even the ones that aren't well put together can often as not be of some use." At this she gives a laugh. When she finishes she greets the hawk, "Good morning Tobi. Find a lot of... what do you eat? Mice?" she does not nod back as she still recalls an incident where she accidentally started a fight with a cockatoo that way.

[NontheistCleric]

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Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey disentangles itself from the bush it fell asleep under last night, feeling the sea wind sweep over it. It spends a few minutes brushing stray leaves and dirt off itself, then eats a few more berries from the shrub before starting towards the stirring town.

It finds Kebri at the docks and sidles up to her.

"I found these last night," it says, fishing three rumpled green-and-purple leaves from its pack and tucking them into her hand. "Eating them does something interesting; try it yourself if you like. The effect doesn't seem to last long enough to be very useful, but perhaps you could make something of them."

Then it looks out to sea, watching the swimmers practice and wondering just how safe the business of hunting sharks is.

These are the +1 to Dex save leaves described in the OOC. Since they only last a round, I'm not sure they'll be too useful unless one can anticipate having to make a Dex save at the perfect time, but perhaps Kebri, with herbalism kit proficiency, could do something more with them?

[Awful]

"Morning!" the boisterous crocododilian greeted, looking no worse the wear for the copious quantities of drink she had consumed last night.
"Aye, I won. Who can't even do three hundred pushup? For shame, shah's! Anyway, it's been a while since I swam - crocodiles might be ashamed, because it seems the ocean is my biggest fan of all - it quotes demands I sink, with all my weight!"
She laughed, and cracked her knuckles.
" I'm looking forward to it. Khapya never backs down from a challenge!"

[Archemist]

It finds Kebri at the docks and sidles up to her.

"I found these last night," it says, fishing three rumpled green-and-purple leaves from its pack and tucking them into her hand. "Eating them does something interesting; try it yourself if you like. The effect doesn't seem to last long enough to be very useful, but perhaps you could make something of them."

I (as a player) have no idea if these are meant to be adapted or just used as-is, but Kebri could try, I suppose. The leaves she'd been nomming earlier weren't intended to have a mechanics effect, just character. I'll let the GM decide on that, of course.

"Many thanks! I recognize these, quite the find around here. Maybe I'll make them into a sun tea later, if we stay here another day. We'll see." Kebri seems distracted by watching Khapya warm up. "I want to see if her talk turns into a good showing here, as she certainly looks capable enough."

[Strudel1000]

Khapya stands next to her four competitors in the amateur shark “hunt”. There is a completely hairless man, a woman with long black hair that is closely cropped on either side, and an older man who has a long scar running down the length of his back. All of them appear to be in good shape, but they are dwarfed (and a little intimidated) by Khapya as she stretches beside them. On the far end of the line is a halfling, who doesn’t seem cowed at all. Rather, she grins at Khapya and makes a gesture that says, “I’ve got my eyes on you.”

Faruq stands at the edge of the water, the tide lapping around his ankles. “Ready… set… SWIM!” He drops his hand down, and the five competitors rush towards the sea as the crowd lets loose a mighty cheer!

The halfling who had been so confident almost immediately trips, as she swerves to avoid a crab that was scared out of the sand by the sudden stampede. The hairless man performs an elegant dive into the tide, but doesn’t seem to be swimming with any particularly urgency. The old man and the woman with the undercut, by contrast, take to the waves as if they were meant to be there. With efficient paddles, they cut through the water at a surprising speed.

However, in a matter of seconds, Khapya absolutely smokes them at a rate that rivals her speed on land. Several days of relatively uneventful travel have sharpened her desire to compete to a razor’s edge, and she lets loose all of that energy in a burst that makes it look as if she’s skipping over the ocean’s surface.

Swimming out the 150’ feet to the buoy, you see what makes this an amateur shark hunting competition- six people are paddling in a circle with shark fins affixed to their heads. When they see you, they quickly split up in an attempt to escape your grasp. Although two of them dodge your grip, you are able to wrap your hands around the arm of the third. They very dramatically pull the fin off their head, then point back to the shore and yell, “Swim for home!”
Even though she’s been swimming with incredible speed, Khapya has not lost an ounce of energy. She zips back through the water, passing the halfling at the halfway mark. As Khapya approaches the shore, the yell of the crowd gets louder and louder. When she places her foot on the beach, with the rest of the competitors far behind her, her arm is grabbed by Faruq and pumped in the air. She is quickly swarmed by the excited crowd, many of whom have never seen such an amazing display of athletics. Together, the crowd sweeps her over towards the stage.

Once atop the stage, Faruq shoos the people away to give the two of them some space. The rest of the participants join them on stage, with emotions ranging from sheepishness to reverence. "After a performance like that, I am honored to introduce our newest honorary shark hunter- the Indomitable Khapya!" As the cheers swell again, Khapya bends down to receive the winner's trophy: a tiara made of polished coral and sharks teeth. Faruq hands her a bag of coins worth 5gp as a bonus.

As you depart the stage, a half-orc dressed in colorful robes pulls you aside. ”That was quite an impressive performance,” his bristley handlebar moustache waving with his words. ”I managed to make quite a bit of money betting on you, but since it was your work that brought it to me, I figured I would pass some of it on. I’ve seen your work in the Carnivora, and I’ve been a fan for quite a while. Best of luck in your next competition!” As he grabs your hand in a heavy shake, he leaves a purse that is noticeably heavier than the one Faruq gave you. You gain an extra 25gp.

I’ll have another IC post up in a few days! Feel free to post your reactions to the race in the meantime. After the race finishes, people continue to clamor for a while as the official shark hunters prepare for their demonstration.

[Awful]

Ah, it was good to move her limbs again properly! She enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as she cut through it, her prodigious physical strength powering her through the ocean. Quickly she seized a 'shark' and was back on land, shaking the water off her body just before the crowd gathered.

Beads of water gleamed on Khapya's tanned skin as she preened amongst the crowd. On the stage, she only let her natural charisma show more, and her teeth gleamed as she leant down to let the
"Gyahahaha! That's right! It was a good match," she boomed magnanimously, "But alas for them, I am Indomitable Khapya, champion at the Carnivora! Come watch me fight, should you ever the chance, for you will find swimming the least of my talents!"

[Archemist]

"Khap-ya! Khap-ya! Khap-ya!" chants Kebri along with the crowd, excited that her new acquaintance is the champion. "Indomitable!"

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"A remarkable show of prowess." Velkaria congratulates Khapya, clearly having enjoyed watching the event. Though she was in equal parts disappointed and relieved that there hadn't been actual sharks involved.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls claps and cheers for the race. Both at the end and when the winner arrives to their group. "Well done! You swim as well as a tortle!"

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn breathes a sigh of relief seeing the competitors aren't dealing with real sharks. She claps along with Ooduls at Khapya's masterful display Well done indeed, my friend. I hadn't realized you were so capable in the water

[Strudel1000]

"Gyahahaha! That's right! It was a good match," she boomed magnanimously, "But alas for them, I am Indomitable Khapya, champion at the Carnivora! Come watch me fight, should you ever the chance, for you will find swimming the least of my talents!"

The crowd responds enthusiastically to Khapya's posturing, cheering and clapping as she flexes and poses for the audience. A few silken scarves are thrown on stage, tokens of new fans and admirers who are amazed at her indomitability.
After a few minutes, Khapya joins the others, and the crowd begins to settle a little as the group of swimmers who had been doing laps earlier in the morning line up on the beach. It quickly becomes clear that these are Palma Flora's traditional shark hunters. Wearing simple thongs and carrying fearsome harpoons, they do some preparatory stretches, getting ready to dive beneath the waves and hunt their deadly prey.

Before they can display their hunting prowess, a strong earthquake shakes the sand beneath your feet. Off to the right, one of the cottages next to Suza's quickly folds in on itself, unable to stand up to the tectonic energy. There are several shouts of surprise and panic, but as the shaking dies down, it seems people are largely unharmed.

The previously steady ocean swells into a wave standing twelve feet tall, which comes crashing down on the shore. The shark hunters are caught by surprise, and are bowled over by its force. When the water evens out, most of them have managed to cling to trees or other surfaces to avoid being swept out to sea. Casting your eyes out to sea, you see that the three hunters trapped in the trough of the wave have been skewered on tridents. These weapons are being carried by people with green rubbery skin, spiny fins crowning their head, and webbed hands and feet. Now, the people begin to panic, and screams fill the air as people begin to run towards the bridge back to the mainland.

The six of you watch as 5 sahuagin charge onto the beach, facing off against the shark hunters. Most of the spectators are running for the mainland, but several are hightailing it towards the docks, where the Wavechaser and a few fishing skiffs are docked.

So far you are not in immediate danger, but things are escalating quickly. How do your characters react?

[Archemist]

Now, the people begin to panic, and screams fill the air as people begin to run towards the bridge back to the mainland.

The six of you watch as 5 sahuagin charge onto the beach, facing off against the shark hunters. Most of the spectators are running for the mainland, but several are hightailing it towards the docks, where the Wavechaser and a few fishing skiffs are docked.

So far you are not in immediate danger, but things are escalating quickly. How do your characters react?

Kebri, having been knocked to a knee by the earthquake, stands again with the aid of her staff. She snarls and yells, "An invasion?!? On a festival day?!?" Her matronly indignation seems less roiled by the violence and more at the disrespect/underhandedness of the ambush.

She travels light and has most of her stuff with her, minus bedroll, trap, and foodstuffs back at the room. If anybody in the group or nearby is unarmed (and wants it) she will toss them her scimitar with the perfunctory advice: "pointy end out."

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Watching from the docks, Grey's eyes track the screaming mass heading for the mainland. Though it almost wants to follow, a panicked stampede holds only danger for one of its stature, and it has no desire to board a boat, knowing nothing of the sea.

Instead, it looks around the docks for a hiding place.

Perception if it is needed to find a suitable hiding spot, and Stealth to hide if one is found.
Perception: [roll0]
Stealth: [roll1]

Also, exactly how far are the docks from what's happening on the beach?

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Invaders! The Stormlord will see them returned underwater! By the power of the STORMLORD!" Ooduls shouts as his chair flies when he violently stands. He points a claw targeting a silent but bright lightning bolt to strike one of the green rubbery creatures. He charges down to the melee.

Sacred Flame Wis DC 13 [roll0]
Move 30 feet forward

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkeria almost fell to the ground during the earthquake and lets out a shocked gasp at the sight of the bodies. But then she sees Ooduls charge forward. "Well, I can't let him fight alone after he's escorted me so well. And besides, I can't let them ruin the festival before I've performed. That won't do at all!" she says, mostly talking herself up to the task of her first fight. Really the only violence she's ever been directly involved in. She uncorks the bottle hanging at her side and with a motion of her hands a small stream of water comes out. She shifts it around in-between her hands to build up its power and then launches it at the same creature Ooduls attacked.


moving to within 120 feet of her target. Or away from it if she's closer than that.

Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
damage: [roll1] (force + magical bludgeoning)
if crit: [roll2]

[Archemist]

Kebri, sensing that the sahuagin are still muddling about in the sand while figuring out who to stab next, motions to Grey to rejoin them: "C'mon, they won't be expecting us, and we can't let the turtle show us up." She strides towards the invaders, teeth bared. While still a little ways away, she calls out, "Light of the mother, help us!" and attempts to surround the largest group of foes with a violet aura.

Dex DC 13 save, or we get advantage on attacks. Not sure how many I can catch in the 20'x20' area, but two or three is fine.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn's breath catches as the sea devils attack the hunters and the onlookers flee. She had seen fights before on the road, bloody fights even, but most of her own experience was from afar, glances over the relative safety of wagon. It was disturbing to see the spray of blood so close. Seeing her friends and new acquaintances rally, however, shakes her from her stupor. She draws her wand and remembers one of the offensive spells taught to her by Binder. Unsure of the state of the hunters left behind, she waits a moment for at least two of their foes to come closer


Holding ice knife until I can send it at a sahuagin within 10 feet of another sahuagin and not right next to an innocent. Ice Knife does direct damage vs one foe with a spell attack and area damage within 10 ft vs a Dex save (DC 13), including on the one targeted by the initial attack. Save has to be rolled even if the attack roll misses.

[roll0]
Advantage If the primary target is a fairie fire one [roll1]

Attack roll damage [roll2]

Area damage [roll3]

[Archemist]

Kebri's eyes glint with a fierce pleasure to see two of the sahuagin light up, and then be lit up anew so quickly by her companions' blasts. The Wildmother brings harmony even in the chaos of battle.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Having darted behind a dock-stilt, Grey hears Kebri call but does not immediately act. Instead, it huddles for a moment and calls up all the thoughts of slaughter and sacrifice and screams of the innocent it can muster, reveling in the remembered feeling of power.

The soul-fragments within it react almost instantly. Holy fire wracks Grey's body, the remnants' heavenly rage threatening to burn out its spiritual channels and reduce it to a whitened husk, but with a practiced deftness the tiefling seizes the flow and vents it, exhaling a cloud of luminous steam as the cracks in its leathery hide begin to glow. Now it is ready.

It peeks out at the battle. The pair they met yesterday, Velkaria and Ooduls, have already engaged the enemy, and Kebri has enveloped the attackers in distracting lights. Pitching in from range seems relatively safe. Keeping as close to the ground as possible, it scuttles out from its hiding place and down the beach.

Once it can see the bleeding hunters clearly, Grey vomits a bolt of celestial energy as covering fire, then drops low. As it falls to the sand, it releases another burst of power, modulated quite differently this time. A white halo, almost invisible in the full morning sun, begins to wrap itself out of nowhere around the nearest hunter's limp form.

Moving to within 60 feet of the nearest downed hunter. Considering diagonals, I'm guessing that's somewhere around the little bush slightly to the left and above the '1 square=10 feet' legend on the map? But further back and/or inland if Grey can manage it.

After that, casting eldritch blast at the sahuagin that has already been hit by Ooduls and Velkaria (or, if it's already dead, the other one with faerie fire on it), then dropping prone (disadvantage on outgoing attacks, disadvantage on incoming ranged attacks, advantage on incoming attacks within 5 feet) and attempting to use one die of Healing Light on the nearest downed hunter.

Eldritch blast attack roll: [roll0]
Advantage: [roll1]
Eldritch blast damage roll: [roll2]
If it is a critical hit: [roll3]

Healing Light roll (if it works): [roll4]

[Awful]

Unlike the others, Khapya had no way of fighting at range, with no spells or even a bow to attack with. Instead, she grinned, but this wasn't her jovial grin - these was the fierce bearing of teeth of a predator discovering their prey.
"Bad move, fishies!"
She began to thunder down the beach, raising her meaty fists in a fighting stance.


Looking at the map, I don't think Khapya can reach the enemy this turn? So she'll approach 30ft and take the Dodge action to grant enemies disadvantage on attacks.

[Strudel1000]

The sahuagin, forming an intimidating squadron on the side of the shore, are quickly beset by a flurry of attacks. The one in the middle, illuminated first by the Storm Lord’s sacred electricity and then the Wild Mother’s radiance, receives the brunt of the assault. He falls to one knee, before getting hit by a watery blast and deadly shard of ice. The ice explodes out of his side, with several shards hitting one of his brothers in arms, and he falls on his side, eyes lifeless.

Grey, sneaking up on their flank, sends a bolt of energy towards the fracas, hitting the sahuagin nearest to him in the thigh. She spins to look who it was, and sees Kebri marching towards her. She holds a trident up in a defensive posture and makes a dismissive gesture towards you, snarling "Eeehhh ahhhh luuuuu!"
The healing light that surrounds the hunter knits the large spear wound on his chest back together... but he doesn’t regain life.

The shark hunters in front of you were initially paralyzed with shock, but as they see most of you charging into battle, they are inspired to make a charge against their enemies. Five of them follow Ooduls and Khapya down the beach, thrusting their spears with a battle cry. Their fiery passion allows them to strike true, and the two sahuagin on the far left are left with several painful wounds.
The two shark hunters nearest to the inn decide instead to make a break for it, running off behind the inn. Suza starts to run after them, but turns to yell to Ooduls, "What are you doing? We need to get out of here!"

With a roar of vengeance, those two sahuagin strike out, one attacking with a rusty rapier that he is holding awkwardly, the other stabbing towards the hunter that managed to pierce her in the gut. Unable to use his weapon properly with webbed hands, he swings it, and the flat end of it merely whips off the shoulder of his opponent. It leaves a welt, but doesn't appear to have done any lasting damage. His comrade has much better luck, and her spear strike goes straight through the neck of the one who hurt her most. The shark hunter drops her spear and falls limp.
At the same time, the sahuagin who was porcupined by shards of ice stumbles backwards, his shield up to defend from the sudden onrush of attackers. The sahuagin who yelled at Khapya backpedals to protect him, hurling her trident at the shark hunter that is closest to her. Her aim is true, and the shark hunter yells in confusion, trying to pull the weapon out of his chest, before he too falls lifeless into the sand.

Round 1: The PCs kill one sahuagin, severely wound another, and damage a third one, who tries to wave them away. The shark hunters damage a fourth sahuagin, and bloody a fifth one. Two of them are killed by the sahuagin's counterattack, as they form a defensive square in preparation.

Round 2 begins! Here is an updated map of approximate locations. Grey, I kept you 60' away from the nearest downed hunter, just close enough to use Healing Light. Kebri, Ooduls and Khapya, you are all close enough to move into melee range this round.

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[Archemist]

Kebri sees the shark hunter fall, trapping the one trident, and senses this is her opening. She runs the remainder of the way over to the sahuagin. Kebri initially brandishes her staff, but when the sahuagin grabs onto the end of the staff to try to hold it at arms' length, Kebri pushes it suddenly down and lunges over it, snapping with huge fangs that drip with hissing bile.

[roll0] or [roll1] (with advantage) for [roll2] acid damage, having cast Primal Savagery as she approached.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls waves to Suza, "Get to safety. The Stormlord calls me here." He yanks the Sahaugin's trident free from the lifeless Shark Hunter replying, "the Stormlord demands you fight!"

Use Object to grab trident

Bonus action on down shark hunter [roll0]

[roll1] [roll2]

Move as required

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Cursing silently at the failed healing, Grey inches forward with a snakelike wriggle to get the second-nearest hunter clearly within its sights. As it does so, the light enveloping the first hunter's corpse vanishes, replaced by a similar radiance that grows about his comrade. Then, raising its head just enough to aim properly, Grey spits another lance of white fire at the sahuagin.

Moving to within range of the next-nearest hunter and trying to use Healing Light on that one. If the second hunter is positioned so that Grey can do so while moving further inland, it will do that.

Healing Light (if it works): [roll0]

Do failed attempts actually use up healing dice? I was under the impression that they didn't, but then there was actually some effect even on a corpse, so now I realize perhaps we weren't thinking the same thing on that one.

Assuming that Grey has needed less than half of its movement so far, it will then 'stand up' and cast another eldritch blast at the same sahuagin it hit before if it is still alive.

Eldritch blast attack roll: [roll1]
Advantage: [roll2]
Eldritch blast damage roll: [roll3]
If it is a critical hit: [roll4]

If that sahuagin is not alive (and presumably no sahuagin with faerie fire active on them remain), Grey will instead cast sacred flame on the closest sahuagin within range, possibly moving a bit further than originally stated if that is necessary to get within range. If that happens, the sahuagin must make a DC 14 Dexterity save or take [roll5] points of damage.

[Luccan]

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Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Flames begin to rise from Ashwyn's hair as more of the hunters fall. The band holding her hair back burns away as she moves closer, dodging around her allies to get another clear shot. This time a ball of fire forms in her hand and she hurls it forcefully towards one of the monsters


Getting in range for Produce Flame

[roll0]

[roll1]

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkeria spins some more water from her bottle and hurls it as she advances a bit, in case someone she can actually save needs to be healed. She's a bit concerned about her new friends, she knows she herself wouldn't stand up very well to being stabbed by these things if the shark hunters are going down so easily.


moving 30 feet closer (wherever is fine).

Attacking the faerie fired one if it's still up.

Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
advantage if applies: 14
damage: [roll1]
if crit: [roll2]

[Awful]

It was here!
Combat, raw and bloody, pounding in her heart and veins till they thrummed! The stink of blood was in her nose. She roared, and one of her great hands swung to crash into the shark-men with an impact as strong as many men could only achieve with a mace.

She'd choke the life from them and laugh!


As a bonus action, rage.
Hit: [roll0] [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Strudel1000]

The blistering assault of magical energy continues. Kebri, leaning over the guard of the sahuagin before her, plunges her teeth into her enemy’s arm. The sahuagin grimaces, then yells in pain as her arm begins to burn from the acid that has been left on it. She pushes Kebri off, just in time to get hit in the face with a flying ball of fire that leaves her lifeless.
On the opposite side of the sahuagin line, the sahuagin holding a rapier is lit up by a similar holy fire that burns down from above. At the same time, a similar light surrounds one of the shark hunters being lapped by the waves, and once again flesh is connected and bones are set, but life doesn’t return to her either.

Ooduls and Khapya charge into the fray with devastating effect. Ooduls reciprocates the attack of the sahuagin, and the trident he pulled from one chest is quickly embedded in another. The sahuagin’s shoddy armor isn’t enough to stop the blow that strikes home. As he pulls the trident out, he chants a quick incantation, and the hunter’s wounds heal. He comes gasping back to life, only to see Khapya take a flying leap over him to deliver a devastating punch that sends another sahuagin sprawling.

Although there is only one sahuagin left standing, the hunters are shocked at the brutal death of their companions. Two of them stand their ground, attacking again with their simple spears, but their attacks go wide. The third one who is still standing quickly backpedals away, getting ready to run, but the last standing sahuagin takes advantage of her panic and strikes out with a vengeance. His rapier swings across her throat, and she grabs it, gurgling as she falls backwards. Seeing this, the shark hunter who was revived by Ooduls’s magic silently turns, jumps to his feet, and runs towards the docks as fast as he can.

The sahuagin, seeing that his teammates have been thoroughly bested by this unexpected defense, holds his rapier up in a defensive position, before turning and running towards the water. Once he hits the shore, he dives beneath the waves, and is almost out of sight within seconds.

You all did a great job this round, killing every sahuagin except one. Unfortunately, that last one managed to dodge the attacks of the shark hunters and got off a deadly opportunity attack. Ooduls, you did restore life to the shark hunter who was felled by a trident; Grey, the one you surrounded with your healing light couldn’t be revived.

The surviving sahuagin dived into the water and swam off to the southeast, getting deeper as he did so. He is now about 40’ away from Ooduls, Khapya and Kebri. Because you can barely see him beneath the waves, any attacks against him will be made with disadvantage.

Round 3 begins! If no one is going to pursue the sahuagin, then combat is over.

[Archemist]

The last standing sahuagin takes advantage of her panic and strikes out with a vengeance. His rapier swings across her throat, and she grabs it, gurgling as she falls backwards.

The sahuagin, seeing that his teammates have been thoroughly bested by this unexpected defense, holds his rapier up in a defensive position, before turning and running towards the water. Once he hits the shore, he dives beneath the waves, and is almost out of sight within seconds.

Round 3 begins! If no one is going to pursue the sahuagin, then combat is over.

Kebri turns and murmurs a spell of healing towards the shark hunter who was slashed. Then she looks at the distance out to the sahuagin and shakes her staff after it, but as fierce as her defense of the festival was, she looks hesitant to go on the offensive. "There are real sharks out there, aren't there," she comments to the group. She doesn't move to stop anyone else who might pursue, though.

If she's able to be healed: [roll0]hp

[Awful]

"Don't-"
Khapya bellowed as she stepped forward towards the fleeing sanguhain.
"Run-"
She plucked a trident from the chest of a corpse as a lesser man plucked an apple from the branch.
"From-"
She took three rapid steps forward, building up speed, and her mighty arm drew back to throw.
"Me!"
She hurled the trident like a thunderbolt, and it crashed into the water in a spray of foam and blood.
She made a satisfied grunt at the hit, narrowing her eyes against the sun's glare on the water to see if she made a kill.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Seeing the last sahuagin flee, Grey picks itself up off the sand and bounds towards the fighters.

"The ones at the water," it calls as it nears. "Do they live?"


Standing up and taking the Dash action towards where the melee was. That's only 45 feet, so Grey isn't quite with the others yet (since Khapya threw the trident, I assume combat is still going).

Then expending all remaining Healing Light on the last hunter in the waves, if it's possible.

Healing Light: [roll0]
Mysterious d6 (if applicable): [roll1]

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls surveys the wounded and the escaping the creature. Then he winds up and shouts at the retreating Sahaugin, "Does the Stormlord want you to survive this raid!" He throws a radiant lightning bolt at the creature.

Cast Sacred Flame Dex DC 14 [roll0]

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkeria's first thought was to try and heal the newly injured, having seen nobody else could be saved at this point, but was beaten to the punch by the others. Seeing Khapya and Ooduls continue to attack, she does as well. Though not really expecting to hit, mostly just curious how effective her bolts of water will be when going through other water.


moving 30 feet closer (wherever is fine).

Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
disadvantage: [roll1]
damage: [roll2]
if crit: [roll3]

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Exerted from the battle and confronting the sight of the corpses without the distraction of life or death conflict, the sparks fade from Ashwyn's now unbound hair and she sits rather suddenly, staring at the ground. Tobi lands on her knee and nuzzles against her.


Ashwyn has no interest in the fleeing sahuagin

[Strudel1000]

As the sahuagin dives away, Khapya's hurled trident hurtles through the air and disappears into the seafoam. There is a moment during which you see no movement, before his corpse bobs up to the top of the waves, the trident sticking out of his back. If the sahuagin is playing dead, he soon becomes actually dead as he is hit with a column of flaming, radiant energy, followed by the punch of an eldritch bolt.
Now that the chaos of combat has ended, you can see that Kebri's comment about sharks was prophetic. Several fins are cutting through the waves parallel to the beach, the closest one being about fifty feet away. A couple of these fins swim towards the dead sahuagin, and when they reach him, you can see the sharks gently nudging his body and swimming alongside him.

You hear a loud cheer from the west, and you see one of the shark hunters pumping his fist in jubilation. A tiefling with pink skin and solid blue eyes, he yells, "That'll teach you to mess with Palma Flora!" The shark hunter standing next to him, a human woman with short black hair, looks at the five corpses of her compatriots lying in the sand and surf, and tears begin running silently down her face. She begins the process of pulling her friends up onto the beach, and lying them down next to each other in a more peaceful position.
The tiefling turns to you all, saying "What an excellent fight! I never expected those beasts to attack us directly, but we-"

As he speaks, he is interrupted by an aftershock, almost as violent as the quake that originally shook Flora Isle. He gets knocked to his knees in surprise. Blustering as he scrambles back to his feet, he continues "-we really showed those fishmen who's boss! We should let everyone know that the threat is over. I won't let these bastards ruin our festival!" Having said so, he begins marching towards the bridge to Palma Flora, his head held high with pride.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey's tail shoots out to intercept the enthusiastic hunter. "Careful," it mutters to him. "Are you sure those five were the only ones about?" It lingers a moment to let the words sink in, then, point made, drops its tail and goes to watch the other hunter dragging the dead up the beach.

While it waits, Grey rummages in its backpack. Pulling out an old kerchief stained with dirt and pigment, Grey brings the ragged square before its face and coughs. A brief convulsion wracks the cloth, and when it settles it is the pristine light brown of undyed fabric. As the hunter finishes her self-appointed task, Grey pads softly up beside her and holds the kerchief up in silent offering.

Using prestidigitation to clean the cloth.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"And the Stormlord says 'nay!' You will not survive this raid!" Ooduls shouts at the dead Sahaugin.

He turns away from the water with a much more serious expression on his green face and checks the down shark hunters to see if any can be raised with the healing powers of the Stormlord.


1d20+4 What am I doing wrong?

[Archemist]

Kebri assists the woman with laying out the bodies respectfully. She chants softly as they go: "They died free. They died but were avenged in kind. They died as noble hunters, and Melora will guide their souls in their journeys."

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkeria had just about relaxed into a "everything is fine now" mode when Grey speaks up. Which winds up with her back on (a kind of nerve shot) guard as she scans the water all around in every direction for any sign of any more threats.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn shudders a bit, stands, and wipes her face. She seems to have composed herself as she head over to the hunter gathering the bodies Let me help. She kneels in the sand and uses her wand to draw a circle, muttering an incantation. A yellow disk rises from the sand, about 3 feet in diameter This should... Should make it easier to carry them Ashwyn helps to move the bodies wherever they need to go


Casting Floating Disk

[Awful]

Khapya roared with victory as the last sahuagin got obliterated by her trident and then magic.
She nodded in agreement with the tiefling, and gave the female shark hunter a commerative clap on the shoulder.
"They fought bravely. A good end!" she said, for once her habitual grin absent, before she turned back to the sahuagin. She retrieved another of the tridents, and slung one of the dead fishmen over her shoulder to take back to town. The remainder of the fishmen she left on the beach for the gulls.
"Wonder why they attacked? Sure ended poorly for them, though!"

[Strudel1000]

The tiefling scoffs at Grey’s warning. “If there are any more fishmen, we’ll be quick to dispatch them!” Having said so, he resumes his prideful march towards the mainland.

As the floating disk rises out of the sand, the human reacts with surprise. When Ashwyn explains that it’s meant to help, she murmurs a quiet “thank you.” Ooduls, as you help Kebri and the human move the deceased onto Ashwyn’s floating disk, you can see all of the hunters have passed and can’t be revived by any normal means.

Once they are lined up side to side, arms crossed and eyes closed, the woman stands and says, “The Storm Lord guided your strikes true, and now the Wild Mother will guide you to the endless seas,” with a nod towards Kebri. Having said so, she takes Grey’s offered handkerchief, and blows her nose loudly into it. She stands straight and faces you all. “Thank you all for everything you’ve done here. If it weren’t for you, I’d be...” she lets out a cough that covers a sob. “My name is Elanza. My friend over there is Joao. We've had skirmishes with the fishmen before, but they've never attacked the town like this. If it hadn't been for the earthquake, I'm sure we would have brought them to a swift end!" She punches her hand into her fist, but it lacks the conviction that Joao displays.
"I'm going to follow him, I want to make sure everyone is okay after the quakes." Elanza begins tracing Joao's steps through the palm trees.

[Archemist]

Kebri's eyes narrow to vertical slits, scanning against the glare on the waves. She waits for a moment on the beach, then follows Elanza.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Once Elanza is out of earshot, Grey explodes.

"What a fool!" it snarls. "Three of his people slaughtered like children, two more dead in battle; yet somehow he celebrates. In my tribe, he would be—well, never mind that now. I only hope the rest do not share his attitude."

It sighs exasperatedly, then casts a last pensive gaze across the beach and the pile of sahuagin corpses before starting back towards the mainland.

Perhaps they attacked to save their shark friends, it thinks as it walks away.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls ignores the creature's comments if he could hear it. He turns and sets off to find Suza.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

After helping move the bodies, Ashwyn finds Velkaria I think it's best we head into town. Whatever Grey's warning, we'll be safer if we aren't out on the beach by ourselves. She's bound her hair up again with a bit of spare thread

[Archemist]

Kebri calls, "Others may be in need of help! Come!" and takes off at a brisk run towards the docks to the northeast.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Y-yes. Of course." Velkaria replies as she lets Ashwyn lead her away and avoids looking at Grey as she just didn't know what to do with all of... that at the moment.

[Awful]

"Ah! More fighting?" Khapya called happily. She hurled the corpse of the fishman aside and began jogging after Kebri, her long strides heavy but eating up distance nonetheless.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey only manages a few steps before it feels a rumble underfoot. It turns quizzically to Ashwyn and Velkaria.

"Did you feel that? The ground—"

Then it sees the sharks swimming around the sides of Flora Isle and the shoreline creeping up the beach.

"It's really not over. Look over there!" it hisses in fearful realization. "And we're being surrounded! Get to the bridge, quickly!"

Bolting off in the direction Kebri and Khapya went, it shouts after them. "Kebri Tor! Where are you going? The fish are sinking the island; we must leave now!"

[Archemist]

"Did you feel that? The ground—"

Then it sees the sharks swimming around the sides of Flora Isle and the shoreline creeping up the beach.

"It's really not over. Look over there!" it hisses in fearful realization. "And we're being surrounded! Get to the bridge, quickly!"

Bolting off in the direction Kebri and Khapya went, it shouts after them. "Kebri Tor! Where are you going? The fish are sinking the island; we must leave now!"

Kebri is headed generally northeast, still kinda towards the bridge, but just via the area north of the building and next to the docks. "If there are others in trouble over here, we should help them leave, too!"

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Others?" Grey gasps, breath short as it tries to catch up. "Where?"

It frantically scans the area in front of them, trying to see what Kebri is talking about.

[Strudel1000]

As the docks come into view, the clanging of metal begins to accent the crash of the waves. You can see three sahuagin engaged in combat with a group of sailors on one of the docks. The sailors are defending the gangplank of the large caravel that sits at dock. Although they are holding their own, they are about to be flanked by two giant crabs that are crawling out of the ocean.

Looking past the caravel, the two fishing skiffs who had been docked have both set out to sea. One is heading due north along the coast, towards the rest of the Menagerie Coast; the other has swung around to circle the island, and you can see Suza waving from the starboard side as other fishers man the rudder and trim the sails.

On the northern side of the island, approaching the mainland, the bridge has already collapsed, and Flora Isle has sunk about ten feet lower than it used to be. On this side of the bridge, the few people left have started running to the docks. Looking into the channel, a few people have started to swim across in hopes of finding safety. A dozen villagers stand on the north side of the channel, all of them calling encouragement to the six currently swimming across. But their calls turn to screams as three fast-moving sharks tear through the channel.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls hustles toward the docks to find Suza. When their eyes lock, he waves back to her in her retreating skiff with a smile at her apparent safety. He unconsciously carries the shark creature's trident.

He focuses at the creature's attacking the sailors. His smile turns into a battle grimace. He reaches back and throws a radiant lightning bolt at one of the attackers.

[roll0]

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

While she's a bit nervous about splitting away from Ooduls, Velkaria decides to take the safe choice of attacking things that can't attack her back given this is her first fight in her entire life and it's suddenly extremely lethal for many people. As such she approaches the channel a flings a bolt of water at the sharks going after the people trying to swim across.


Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
if crit: [roll2]

[Awful]

There were three sharks, and not enough time for slay all of them before they reached the swimmers. Khpaya looked around, and saw the bloodied body of a victim of the quake half-buried beneath some rubble. With a grunt, she hauled it out, quickly pressed two fingers to its neck - no pulse? No pulse. Hoping the smell of blood from the body would distract the sharks, she quicklypulled out on of her handaxes, slitting open the stomach and hurling the corpse into the water.

[Archemist]

As the docks come into view, the clanging of metal begins to accent the crash of the waves. You can see three sahuagin engaged in combat with a group of sailors on one of the docks. The sailors are defending the gangplank of the large caravel that sits at dock. Although they are holding their own, they are about to be flanked by two giant crabs that are crawling out of the ocean.

Kebri says to Grey, "See? They need help." She runs over to the end of the dock, which is much closer to the water's surface than it used to be, and sees a few sahuagin in a line at the end of the gangway. She roars, rearing back her head, then takes another deep breath and spits a giant spray of acid towards them.

it's a DC11 Dex save, half damage on success: [roll0] acid damage. I don't know if we have a map up but it's a 5'x30' line.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"These fools don't know when to run!" growls Grey. It charges towards the southernmost crab, sun glinting off its hide. Where the light touches the tiefling's skin, flawlessly clear crystals seem to flash into existence, trailing frigid mist in their wake.

Casting armor of agathys and moving 30 feet towards the nearest crab (I'm assuming that's the southernmost one since we're coming roughly from that direction).

[Strudel1000]

The combat between on the docks is fierce and bloody. Three sailors defend the gangplank that leads to the caravel above them, and two sailors armed with crossbows are shooting at the sahuagin. The sailors get in a few sharp strikes, as well as one crossbow bolt, and you see green blood splash onto the rough wood.
The sahuagin are so busy defending themselves that they don’t notice the spray of acidic breath that flies towards them, and you hear them roar as it hits all three. One stumbles backwards, barely dodging a column of radiant flame that flies down towards him.

The group of villagers running from the bridge give a wide berth to the combat occurring in front of them, but they recognize the ship as their only form of escape. Three of them mill around nervously, not sure if they should approach, but two of them grab stones and branches and begin to hurl them at the sahuagin. Unfortunately, they go wide and splash into the water.

Of the two giant crabs crawling out of the ocean, one of them scuttles onto the dock and lunges at one of the sailors from behind. The claw closes on nothing as the sailor steps forward to press his sword into his enemy.
The other crab sees Grey charging across the sands, and scuttles forward to attempt to grab them. With quick reflexes, Grey manages to jump to the left, out of its reach.
The sahuagin, having been burnt by acid and struck with swords, rally and press back against their enemies. The two in front use their weapons to strike, and follow up with vicious bites to their opponents. The sahuagin in the back hurls their spear at one of the crossbow wielding sailors, hitting her in the shoulder. He then lashes out at one of the sailors in front of him, and you watch as the man goes limp and falls backwards onto the dock.

Seeing this, the sailors decide to cut their losses and make a break for it. The woman who was hit with a spear fires back, but with her injured shoulder her shot goes wide. The other crossbow user disengages and disappears onto the ship.
The last two sailors on the dock, a lithe sea elf and a dark-skinned human man, strike out with their swords as they retreat. However, the giant crab strikes from behind, grasping the sea elf by the thigh and preventing him from escaping. He cries out in pain, and blood spurts from the wound- he looks as if he is close to passing out. The man’s retreat is stopped short as his companion is grappled, and he strikes out at the nearest sahuagin in desperation. With blood running down his head, he also looks close to unconsciousness.

You recognize the members of your crew in the fight. I PM'd you a list of names and descriptions a while back, that I'll repost here for your convenience: The captain is a female Tabaxi named Three Earrings, with pale, spotted fur and a cunning disposition. The first mate/helmswoman is a female dwarf named Heidi Axebeard, and you can tell she has sailed for many years. The instinctual knowledge you have for ocean and weather is matched by her experience. The navigator is named Kijori, and he is a tan-skinned human with muscles that donít seem to be good for much outside of flirting. Other members of the crew are Boerth, a dark-skinned human man who mostly keeps to himself, unless a game of chance is afoot; and Dajarkal, a female half-orc who is rather softspoken and seems to show more affinity for the dolphins you pass than any of her crew mates. Finally, there is Dillyu, a green-skinned sea elf who you picked up in Port Zoon during your last stop there. Heidi and Dajarkal were wielding crossbows, and Dajarkal was hit by a thrown spear. Kijori was the first one killed, and now Dillyu and Boerth are left, both close to death themselves.

Key:

V = Villagers
C = Crabs
S = Sahuagin
S = Sharks
S = Sailors

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NOTE: I only posted what happened on the docks, to give Ashwyn some more time to respond.

The sailors attacked with moderate successes, and after Kebri's acid breath strikes, you can see that one of the sahuagin is noticeably hurt, but all three are still standing and able to fight. The villagers attacked with improvised weapons, but didn't have any luck.

The sahuagin counterstrike was much deadlier, and one sailor is dead, with two more close to unconsciousness. One of them is grappled by a giant crab, blocking the path up the gangplank.

For anyone who is wondering, the initiative order goes: Sailors, PCs, Villagers, Enemies. The first round is finished, and the sailors used their turn to try and disengage; now the PCs are up again.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria quickly rubs some tears out of her eyes (brought on by the fear, cruelty, and tension of the situation) before launching another bolt of water at a shark.


Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
if crit: [roll2]

[Archemist]

Kebri roars "I love seafood! MMMM!" and her fangs grow unnaturally long. She grabs and bites into the leg of the crab nearest.

She casts the cantrip and bites at the crab for acid damage. [roll0] to hit for [roll1] acid.

There's the pop and hiss of acid but the crab's shell seems only lightly damaged, sadly.

She has her staff but has not been using it much as a weapon. She looks ready, though.

[Luccan]

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Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn points her wand at one of the sharks and a swarm of tiny insects erupts from the tip, swarming the shark Hopefully this will give them an edge


Sorry again for the wait between posts

Casting Infestation, save DC Con 13.

If it fails it takes [roll0] damage and moves 5 feet [roll1] North

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Twisting though the air to avoid the pincer, Grey traces a radiant arc with its tail that hangs motionless for an instant, then explodes into two moving maelstroms of light. One flies for the second crab; the other towards the stricken sailors.

"What are you doing here?" it shrieks at the villagers, landing in a spray of sand. "Get to the mainland!" Ignorant of the bridge's destruction, it can only imagine that they are infected with the same suicidal overconfidence as Joao. It doesn't wait for an answer before running on towards the docks.

Casting eldritch blast at the crab at the docks (not the one that just missed), using Healing Light on the sailor that just died (assuming we're still doing the save-in-a-round thing, if not then it targets the one bleeding from his head), then moving towards the crab at the docks, getting as close at possible. Should provoke an opportunity attack from the crab I'm next to.

Eldritch Blast
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Possible critical: [roll2]

Healing Light (using 1 die)
[roll3]

[Strudel1000]

With a loud splash, the body thrown by Khapya lands in the water. A couple of the villagers watch in horror, having seen the body of their friend disfigured, but most are focused on the swimmers who are still alive.
A plunging blast of water flies down from Velkaria, smacking one of the sharks in the nose. Its charge is halted, and it is surrounded by a swarm of bugs and mites that begin attacking any part of it that they can reach. However, the shark dives under the water before it can be hurt.

Two of the sharks zoom towards the decoy corpse, both of them attacking fiercely as its blood blooms into the waves. This gives most of the villagers in the water time to cross. Three of them reach the opposite shore and begin climbing up the cliff face, assisted with ropes from the Palma Florans on the opposite bank. The ones who reacted negatively to Khapya's decoy look relieved, as it seems to have worked very well.
The third shark ignores the body being attacked by its allies, and zips towards the two swimmers who are left behind. You see one of the swimmers cry out in pain as he suffers a deep bite wound to the side, going limp in the creature's jaws. Next to him, Joao spins to face the shark, and raises his spear in preparation.

Two of the sharks were fooled by the decoy, but the third one bites one of the villagers into unconsciousness. All of the villagers have made it out of the water, except for two: Joao the tiefling, and the man who just got attacked by the shark.

It's now the PC's turn in Round 2; Velkaria, Grey and Kebri have gone, Ashwyn, Ooduls and Khapya still have their turn. No rush to make a post, just wanted to make sure everyone is on the same page re:initiative order. :)

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Kijori! Dillyu, Boerth!" Ooduls shouts at his crew mates. He enters melee with the shark creature and his friend and attacks with his prize trident.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn lets out an angry shout as a ball of fire appears in her hand. She throws it at the remaining shark, hoping to give Joao a fighting chance.


Produce Flame

[roll0]

[roll1]

[Strudel1000]

Leaping forward, Kebri grabs a leg of crab in her fangs, right as it reaches out to grab Grey. Thanks to her distraction, Grey escapes the clutches of the crab once again. Turning its focus towards the creature that is biting it, it grabs Kebri by the shoulder with a predatory pinch.
It hurts like hell, and you hear a pop that might be your shoulder dislocating, but your tough scales prevent it from seriously hurting you.

The two balls of light that Grey summoned whip through the air, passing a charging Ooduls on their way. One thumps into the crab, almost knocking it off the pier. This creates an opening for Ooduls to charge in, and he buries his trident deep within the gut of the sahuagin in front of him! Letting out an involuntary groan, the sahuagin grasps the haft, and raises his arm holding a fearsome club tipped with sea urchins… but a rock hits him in the head and he falls into the water.

The villagers who had previously been keeping their distance are emboldened by Ooduls’ and Grey’s counterattack, and now four of them are throwing debris. Only one of them managed to hit their target, but that was enough. In response to Grey, one of them yells, “The bridge to the mainland is broken! We couldn’t make it across!” Another one cries, "There were still a few people at the bridge, I'll get them now!" They begin to run in the direction they originally came from.

Grey’s second bolt of light hits Boerth, the dark-skinned man on the pier, and the wound on his head stops pouring blood. At the same time, a young human with orange hair runs down the gangplank, and magic flows out of his hands into the Dillyu, the sea elf in the grip of the crab. With a burst of energy, Dillyu begins to pry its claws open, and he is yanked out of its grasp by a burly dwarf who also came down the gangplank.

The crab and one of the sahuagin try to hit him, but he manages to escape their grasp. In frustration, that sahuagin swipes at the orange-haired man, and crimson stains his sea-blue robe as he screams in surprise and pain. The docks have become slippery with seawater and blood, and as the other sahuagin attacks Ooduls with a watery growl, he slips and his spear glances off the tortle’s shell.

The half-orc, who was previously hit in the shoulder by a sahuagin spear, clasps her hands together and shoots a burst of healing light at Boerth. Reinvigorated, he raises his sword in defense and backs his way up the gangplank, which has become significantly steeper than it was a few minutes ago. A tabaxi with three earrings and a bandana appears above the gunwale, and expertly throws a dagger that lands in the eye of one of the sahuagin below. She calls to Ooduls, "Gather you friends and we leave! Is anyone left on island?"

Left standing on the docks are two Sahuagin, both very bloody and close to death, and one giant crab who seems mostly okay. Most of the sailors have retreated up the gangplank. One is left behind, who appears to be a cleric of some sort. He looks very wounded.

Nearby on the sands, Kebri has been grappled by a crab who is also doing okay. (Roll STR(Athletics) or DEX(Acrobatics) to escape, DC11. I also left the results of your Vengeful Assault open-ended in case you wanted to narrate it- no worries if not!) Four villagers are standing nearby, waiting for the sea creatures to be defeated before they attempt to board.

Just for fun, Grey, Ooduls and Kebri can roll an INT(Nature) check.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Disgorging a gout of incandescent energy at the nearest sahuagin, Grey ducks out of the crab's reach to call hoarsely up to the tabaxi. "The bridge is down—more will come! Forsake them or not, but wait for the dragon-woman!"

Stealing a concerned glance at Kebri before turning back to the battle, it sends a pulse of power towards the orange-haired cleric that flares into dazzling visibility as it makes contact with his wounds.

Eldritch blast at the nearest sahuagin, moving just out of the dock-crab's reach, then using Healing Light on the orange-haired cleric.

Reminder that armor of agathys is still active, so anyone who hits Grey takes 5 points of cold damage.

Eldritch Blast
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Possible critical: [roll2]

Healing Light
[roll3]

[Archemist]

Kebri struggles with the giant crab. Her acid was mostly ineffective, and when it grabbed her shoulder she tried to use her staff to hit it away, but missed. With great effort and grunting, she pries the pincer off and gets a moment to catch a breath.

She looks up, beyond the crab, to the sailors and the ship at the dock, and calls, "Be right there!" Then she refocuses her attention on it, trying to decide whether to fight or just run for the ship.

[Awful]

Khapya had done what she could for the people in the water, and she could hear the sounds of combat still from the docks.
"Everyone on this side, come on! There is still the docks! Come!"
She bellowed to anyone still nearby before she turned and began heading towards the ship still berthed at the docks.Giant crabs and sahugiun still assailed it, but even her mighty muscles would be poor at throwing something at this range.


If there's no one nearby she doesn't shout.
She dashes towards the berthed ship.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 9/9
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"We are leaving! Everyone but monsters aboard now!" Ooduls shouts as he faces one of the shark monsters. He counterattacks with the trident.


[roll1]

When a creature within 5 feet of you that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a Dexterity saving throw DC 13. The creature takes [roll]2d8 lightning on a failed saving throw, and half as much damage on a successful one.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn begins moving towards the ship, but turns her attention to the crab when she notices Kebri and the other survivors Hurry! Summoning another ball of flame into her hand, she hurls it overhand at the chitinous crustacean. She also flicks a quick look to those near her and gestures to the floating disk still nearby Put anyone too injured to move on here



[roll0]

[roll1]

[Strudel1000]

One of the channel sharks begins rushing towards Joao, but its charge is interrupted by a sizzling fireball that blasts the surface of the water away. It exposes the shark enough for a bolt of water to slam into its head, which in turn opens it up for a coup de grâce from the shark hunter in front of it. You watch as Joao leaps out of the waves and brings his spear plunging down into the shark’s head. He quickly backpedals as it enters its death throes, thrashing around and spraying blood inside and out of the water.

He reaches the edge of Flora Isle, and begins to climb back up towards Khapya, Velkaria and Ashwyn. One of the other sharks jumps out of the water towards him, but he is able to stop its leap with a well placed kick. As he scrambles over the edge, you can see that the waterline is now only a twelve foot drop, instead of thirty feet.

Thanks to Khapya, Ashwyn and Velkaria, Joao was able to defeat one of the sharks and escape without dying. No one is left alive in the water.

Khapya, your turn in Round 3 is now up. Since you dashed last round, this turn you can reach either the crab that Kebri is fighting or the one that is still on the dock. Assuming Ashwyn fried the one that’s in combat with Kebri, that one is looking crispily charred but still standing. The other one looks rather unperturbed.

[Ramsus]

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Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 10/10
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria moves south, to avoid being sharked if the land suddenly recedes further, and joins Ashwyn in battling the crab with another bolt of water. Possibly resulting in a deliciously steamy result.


Moving 30 feet south.

Eldritch Blast: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
if crit: [roll2]

[Awful]

With a leap, Khapya soared into the air, her hammer a silver blur aabove her as she brought it crashing down towards the crab... to bury the head into the wood of the dock with a deafening crash as it scuttled to the side.
"It dodged?!" Khapya roared, sounding outraged that the crab might dare such a thing as self-preservation.

[Strudel1000]

The sahuagin facing Ooduls snarls, and the smell of raw fish and kelp rides on his breath. However, with one quick thrust, Ooduls impales his foe in the chest. He falls off the trident and collapses onto the dock.
The other sahuagin turns to his fallen ally, but before he can make a move, he is hit with a blast of celestial energy that is strong enough to send him spinning down the pier and off the far end into the water.

The giant crab on the dock lifts its pincers up menacingly… before it scuttles backwards, falling into the water with a loud ‘splash.’ As it sinks to the sand, it starts to run into the ocean, headed for deeper waters.
The other crab, nearly steamed in its shell, turns away from the two scaly creatures in front of it and attempts to high-tail it in the opposite direction.

With the dock clear of combatants, the group of villagers rushes forwards and starts boarding the Wavechaser. One of them takes Ashwyn up on the offer of the floating disk, gasping with relief as he takes the weight off his leg.
As they file up the gangplank, you can see sails beginning to unfurl from the twin masts, let loose by the sailors above.

Kebri and Khapya, you each get an opportunity attack against the crab that’s running away from you. If you both miss, it’s going to use the Dash action to scuttle 60’ away.
The other crab is using the Disengage action, and running 30' away underwater.

It is now the PC's turn in the initiative order, but aside from those two crabs there's no one to fight.

Everyone reaches level 2 btw! Feel free to roll HP or take the average.

[Archemist]

The other crab, nearly steamed in its shell, turns away from the two scaly creatures in front of it and attempts to high-tail it in the opposite direction.

Before it can quite clear Kebri, she takes a parting whack at it with her staff, a sideways swing that clips it.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 15/15
Channel: 1/1 1st: 3/3
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Ooduls shakes the shark creature from his trident. Looking around the scene, he confirms no more battle or threats, so the tortle heads to the Wavechaser to lend his hands to make way as soon as possible.

[Awful]

"Don't you run away!" Khapya bellowed. As her fellow scaled k-name whacked it with her staff, Khapya lifted her hammer once more and dealt a heroic blow right to the centre of the crab's shell.

[Strudel1000]

Charred by fire and softened by steam, Khapya and Kebri simultaneously strike out at the crab as it attempts to escape. Three of its legs snap where Kebri's staff hits them, and even though it gives a lot of resistance Khapya's hammer leaves a deep indent in its shell. It falls, and its legs twitch before coming to a rest.

Joao, who had been preening as he shepherded the few villagers who were left, breaks off and runs over to join you. "Well done! You're quite a talented group. Help me bring this to the ship, it should feed everyone for at least a night." He hefts it by the legs, and begins dragging it through the sand.

[Archemist]

Charred by fire and softened by steam, Khapya and Kebri simultaneously strike out at the crab as it attempts to escape. Three of its legs snap where Kebri's staff hits them, and even though it gives a lot of resistance Khapya's hammer leaves a deep indent in its shell. It falls, and its legs twitch before coming to a rest.

Joao, who had been preening as he shepherded the few villagers who were left, breaks off and runs over to join you. "Well done! You're quite a talented group. Help me bring this to the ship, it should feed everyone for at least a night." He hefts it by the legs, and begins dragging it through the sand.

Kebri, almost without thinking about it, tosses Joao a rope, saying, "Quick, loop it around the shell crossways, and then around me." And then she suddenly grows large... and hoof-y... and horse-y. A big horse, dark with white around the feet. She neighs as if to say "hurry up!" and stamps a foot, eager to head to the ship.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 16/16
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn watches the creatures retreat and the crab fall, letting out a sigh of relief. She tucks away her wand and heads toward the ship. The disk with its injured passenger follows behind her as she rushes to catch up with Velkaria Time to go, don't you think? Despite tying her hair back again it's still out of place here and there and her clothing is singed from her own emotional outbursts and spells.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 17/17
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"I do greatly enjoy fresh crab." Velkaria muses as she meanders in the direction of the ship at her friend's urging. She pauses for a moment and looks back at the sinking town. "It's a shame there won't be anything to pair it with. I don't suppose there might be enough time to nip over to the brewery before it sinks?" she asks, clearly expecting the answer to be no but hoping someone says yes.

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 15/15
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Try it and see," Grey says to Velkaria, with a hint of exasperation. Why is everyone unable to just run for dear life when the situation calls for it? Even so, it waits at the dock for Kebri before hastening up the gangplank.

"I didn't know you could do that," it remarks, taking in her new form.

[Awful]

"No need for rope!"
To save time, Khapya simply picked up the battered corpse of the crab and place dit on top of the now-horse's back, holding on to a pair of the legs to keep it in place.
"See? Easy," she grinned.

[Archemist]

Kebri walks somewhat quickly over to the ship, shrugs off the giant crab onto the deck, and transforms back into her dragonite self. "I wasn't sure I could do it, either. I just thought what'd be useful... and then I was that."

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 16/16
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

I am certain there will plenty of alcohol left on the mainland Ashwyn's nose wrinkles as she passes the crustacean and she sits upwind of the giant crab as they clamber onto the boat. She removes an expensive leather-bound tome from her bag and begins to hastily scribble into, glancing around occasionally at the position of the sun, the people around, and even seeming to take note of direction of the wind. Her hawk companion once again sails overhead and takes rest on the mast of the ship as they head towards safer shores.

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 17/17
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria sighs dramatically and gets onto the ship, thinking in retort "Yes, but on the mainland I will still have no money with which to purchase it with."

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 15/15
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey eyes Kebri's restored shape. "An unpredictable power," it notes. "Well, with luck it will help."

In that moment, the crystals still covering its body seem to flash almost angrily in the sun.

[Strudel1000]

Joao’s eyes go wide when he sees the dragonborn in front of him transform into a large, hoofed creature. “That’s amazing! How in the Storm Lord’s name did you do that?” He steps opposite of Khapya to help balance the crab on the other side.

Just before the ship departs, Boerth and Heidi run down to the dock once more and grab the body of Kijori, cutting the ropes that keep the ship berthed before climbing up the gangplank once more. The sails fill with a westerly wind, and the Wavechaser begins sailing out to sea.

As the group of you reach the deck, the tabaxi welcomes you aboard. “Welcome to the Wavechaser. I am her captain, Three Earrings. I have watched you fight well against the sea devils. Please, join me in my quarters once we are well underway. I have a proposition for the group of you.” She turns to the tortle and says, “Ooduls, you join as well. First, keep an eye on our stern so that we are not pursued.” She turns and marches to the helm, where she begins conversing quietly with the helmsdwarf.

There are about 20 Palma Florans amidships, which makes the deck very cramped. Among them are Nyazan and Triton, the tortle and dragonborn kids- they both stare at Kebri as she shifts from a horse into her original form. Inana gives Velkaria a wave and a weak smile. Joao sees his fellow shark hunter Elanza and runs over to her. Before long, he begins to regale the refugees with tales of his bravery, who watch his spiel in numb silence.

Being one of the last people to board the ship, the orange haired cleric steps up to Kebri, and you feel healing energy flow into you. “Thank you all for helping my village. Without your powerful magics, I would probably be dead by now.” He gives you all a deep bow in thanks. “My name is Aurelio. I’m a disciple of the Wild Mother.” Looking at the giant steamed crab on the deck, he says, “May I ask you all for one more favor? My people are in desperate need of comfort right now. Would you be willing to share some of this crab? I can help butcher it. Of course, you have already done so much for us, so I apologize if it is rude of me to even ask.”

Ooduls, if you follow the captain’s orders, make a Perception check to see if you’re being followed.

Kebri, you regain [roll0] HP from Cure Wounds.

[Archemist]

Joao’s eyes go wide when he sees the dragonborn in front of him transform into a large, hoofed creature. “That’s amazing! How in the Storm Lord’s name did you do that?” He steps opposite of Khapya to help balance the crab on the other side.

Being one of the last people to board the ship, the orange haired cleric steps up to Kebri, and you feel healing energy flow into you. “Thank you all for helping my village. Without your powerful magics, I would probably be dead by now.” He gives you all a deep bow in thanks. “My name is Aurelio. I’m a disciple of the Wild Mother.” Looking at the giant steamed crab on the deck, he says, “May I ask you all for one more favor? My people are in desperate need of comfort right now. Would you be willing to share some of this crab? I can help butcher it. Of course, you have already done so much for us, so I apologize if it is rude of me to even ask.”

Kebri, you regain [roll0] HP from Cure Wounds.

Kebri shrugs at Joao's question, much like Grey's. "Unpredictable is right. Hopefully it continues to be useful and not happen at inopportune times."

To Aurelio, she respectfully bows her head when the healing magic flows. She also gives a little inelegant curtsey in response to his bow. "I'm not sure if there's a traditional greeting one says to a fellow follower of the Mother - it's not like I have formal training... and I think perhaps she frowns on formalities, anyhow. One law is certain though: when the pack kills, the pack eats. Each and every one. You and your people are more than welcome to share the crab. I am sorry about your homes," she adds, looking wistfully back at the island for a long moment.

Later, she does join Ooduls and the rest with the Captain. She's definitely curious what his proposal might be. "Do any of you have experience with islands sinking before?"

Kebri was only 2hp down, if I recall correctly, so I think just about any amount would put her back at full. Plus, I think she'll sit and take a Short Rest if there's time.

[Jubal]

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Ooduls! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2246239)
Tortle Cleric (Tempest)
AC: 17 (19 with shield) HP: 15/15
Channel: 1/1 1st: 3/3
PP: 16 PIv: 9 PIs: 16
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

"Aye, aye, cap'n,"Ooduls replies and weaves his way through the refugees to the stern.

He glances back to see if they are being followed and surveys the sea and horizon for good measure.

[roll0]

[NontheistCleric]

https://i.ibb.co/HqXqFrs/Tower-Copy.jpg
Grey (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2245959)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 15 HP: 15/15
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 11
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Grey favors Aurelio with a nod, but says nothing, as it didn't kill the crab and has no claim to it. Instead, it wanders over to where Joao is speaking, coming up just behind him.

"So fearless," it mocks softly. "But you would be dead today if others had not saved you."

[Ramsus]

https://66.media.tumblr.com/410518eece25a989ec3c8438d5cd1ea6/tumblr_pbihy2Jse11qdcxumo1_540.png
Velkaria Lapidus (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247130)
Tiefling Warlock
AC: 13 HP: 17/17
PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Velkaria responds to Inana's greeting with a wan smile and a shrug. She then follows after the captain.

She just gives Kebri a blank stare at her question, thinking it's rather obvious she has no experience with most anything that happened to her today.

[Luccan]

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/731997777143398440/732001493711978516/IMG_20200713_063140.jpg
Ashwyn Holm (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2247393)
Fire Genasi Wizard
AC: 11 HP: 9/9
PP: 11 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Ashwyn finishes her writing and follows the other into the captain's quarters to hear the tabaxi out.

[Awful]

"Go ahead," Khapya boomed as they asked about the crab. "Share out as much crab as you'd like. The kids gotta eat if they want to grow up big like me, eh?"


The giant woman had to duck to enter through the door into the captain's cabin.
"What's the proposition?" she asked cheerfully, before Kebri asked her question. Khapya laughed at it, her sharp teeth flashing. "Can't say I have! But those fish-men things must have some pretty strong tricks if they were responsible for it!"